Aha! the Tender! The four separatists are to be put on shore, and to do this a large party, wishing to see the ships of war, the torpedo-boats, and gun-boats, will accompany us on the tender. We steam down the line, we dodge in and out, we see all the ships, and this is the liveliest and most interesting part of the day's proceedings. Then comes the most melancholy, when we steam back, and allow the other guests to re-embark for dinner on board ("Wish you'd stop," says ROSSHER, heartily, and I as heartily wish I could; so do we all), and then the four separatists, waving their _adieux_, are conveyed on board the tender to Southsea. In the crowd I lose the other three. I see no illuminations. I am thankful for what I have seen, and am content to imagine the rest, which I do as, in a carriage all to myself, I am taken up to London, stopping only once--at Guildford--_en route_, and am finally at home by 1·30 A.M., when I find the card of invitation of the M. & N. Co. on my desk. It is over. It is an experience. _Vive la Compagnie!_ * * * * * HENRY MAYHEW. BORN, 1812. DIED, 1887. "THE MAYHEW Brothers." A familiar phrase On all men's lips in _Punch's_ earlier days, Suggesting pleasant wit and genial mirth. Green grow the grass and lightly lie the earth Above the latest of the brilliant band! _Punch's_ first pages knew that skilful hand. HENRY the shrewd, and gentle HORACE both Watched o'er its birth, and helped its budding growth, Not long indeed, yet lovingly. Farewell! The record of the age's course will tell Of him whose name a double honour bore, Comrade of _Punch_, and champion of the poor. [Mr. HENRY MAYHEW was never at any time Editor of _Punch_. He assisted the first Editor, Mr. MARK LEMON, in his work at the commencement, and made many valuable suggestions. His connection with _Punch_ was not of long duration.--ED.] * * * * * PROFESSIONAL CRICKETERS. _Fancy Portraits by Dumb Crambo._ [Illustration: Burton. (Middlesex.)] [Illustration: Read and A-bel. (Surrey.)] * * * * * [Illustration: OUR DEFENCES. _Mr. Punch._ "HOORAY! NOT SO VERY BAD, AFTER ALL!" _Portsmouth, Saturday, July 23, 1887._] * * * * * DIFFICULT NAVIGATION; OR, THE PROUD SKIPPER AND THE PATIENT PILOT. _A (more or less) Nautical Ballad._ I.--AT SEA. THE Government Yacht (with a rather mixed crew) _Sing hey, sing ho, and a capful of wind!_ Sets sail to crack on with a will till all's blue. _Ho! the breeze blows brisk o'er the billow!_ The Skipper is stout, if his _looks_ are a clue (But you mustn't trust them, you may err if you do), And the smart second officer carries the blue Like an amateur yachtsman at Margate. Woohoo! The sea is as soft as a pillow.