Lord SORLSBURY made a werry long speech, but all I coud make out of it was two rayther himportant fax. Fustly, that there isn't to be no grate Uropean War until after the 9th of nex Nowember, so I feels rayther sorry for pore Mr. Alderman DE KEYSER, and Seccondly, that if there is to be one anywheres, it will werry possibly be too near home to be pleasant, which I for one was werry sorry to hear, but I hardly thort that he meant it or he would not have made us all larf so by telling us, that the Members of the Ouse of Commons treated it like we men does our wives, that is, we has our own opinion on 'em in private, but we don't allow not nothink to be said against 'em in Public. Ah! my Lord Markiss, how one touch of Natur makes us all kings! Who'd ever have thort that a werry Prime Minister would have been troubled with a similar complaint to that as so offen trubbles a pore Hed Waiter. Mr. GOSHEN apollergised for the absense of the pore 1st Lord of the Tresury, who was quite nocked up with setting up so late. And so ended the last of the long seris of grand Bankwets of the rain of Lord Mare HANSON, a seris to be rememberd for many long years by all on us, as combining with all the reglar old lot, such a wariety of noveltys to all sorts and condishuns of sillybrated persons, as has never bin ekalled afore, and as will and down his name to a werry remote posteriority as HANSON the Magnifisent! ROBERT. * * * * * CHANNEL TALK. (_Echoes from the Naval Manoeuvres._) [Illustration: Any Port in a Storm.] "WHAT they're at I can't guess," Observes Dungeness, "Then the plan you've not read," Responds Beachy Head, "FREMANTLE went right on: I saw him," says Brighton, "Oh, that's all my eye!" Ejaculates Rye, "Well, he came down my way," Remarks Pegwell Bay, "Yes, and HEWETT'S his target; That's quite clear," adds Margate, "It seems silly to me," Sneers Westgate-on-Sea, "Humph! I think it quite real: That I do!" replies Deal, "And they think so on shore," Says the Light at the Nore, "Well, now it's all over, Thank goodness!" says Dover. * * * * * A NOTE FULL OF GAIETY.--_Loyal Love_, the new piece at the Gaiety, requires a little compression. If the Authoress would only reduce it to one Act, and have that single scene supplied with a few catchy songs, there really is no reason why it should not serve some day as a very effective _lever de rideau_ at the Savoy, as a capital foil to a Comic Opera. For the rest, Mrs. BASIL POTTER has greatly improved, Mr. WILLARD is (as usual) excellent, but the remainder of the company are unimportant. Scenery good, and dresses adequate. * * * * * [Illustration: "ZINGS VUN VOOT RÂHZER HAF LEFT OONZET!" _Herr Wohlgemuth._ "ACH, YA! YOU MUST HAF HAT A FERRY COOT MASTER! YOUR FOICE HAS _LASTET_ SO VUNDERFOLLY LONG!"] * * * * * A BALLADE OF THE HOUSE.