HYDROPATHIC ART.--"O give me the sweet shady side of Pall-Mall," sang Captain MORRIS, the Laureate of the Old Beef-steak Club. At the present period of the year we have a greater liking for the sunny side. And the sunniest spot on the sunny side we have discovered during the last week is undoubtedly in the rooms of the Sanatorium presided over by Sir JOHN GILBERT. The Royal Society of Painters in Water Colours is a capital hydropathic establishment at this season of the year. * * * * * A NECESSARY EXPLANATION.--Considerable remark has been excited by the sudden departure from London of Count CORTI, the Italian Ambassador. The fact is, Count CORTI was compelled to appear at Rome, in person, as an answer to the imperious order of recall which (to translate the legal process exactly) is of the nature of a "County Corti Summons." * * * * * [Illustration: "M. LE PRÉSIDENT FAUTE-DE-MIEUX."] * * * * * SOCIETY SIBYLS. [Palmistry is now a fashionable amusement at bazaars and at evening parties.] The Sibyl in the times of old, Who dealt in charms unlawful, Had hair unkempt and eyes that rolled 'Mid conjurations awful. The prophetess of modern days, Who dabbles in divining, A pair of pleasant eyes will raise, 'Neath hair that's soft and shining. The latest "fad" appears to be Commingled fact and fancy, What led of old LEUCONÖE To trust to chiromancy. Which is, the victim understands, That each vice or perfection Can be discovered in his hands By Sibylline inspection. She'll tell us all the Mounts and Lines Of Saturn and of Venus; With man and wife her skill divines What shadows come between us. She sees in hands a taste for Art, For Music, or for Letters, And knows how often each poor heart Has yielded to Love's fetters. It's rather hard to stand and hear Your character decided, And imperfections that appear, By captious friends derided. Yet if you'll listen to advice, You'll smile, and looking pleasant, Trust only prophecies when nice, Of either past or present. * * * * * 'ARRY ON HIS CRITICS. [Illustration] DEAR CHARLIE, I'm much obligated for that there _St. James's Gazette_ As you sent me larst Satterday's post. I 'ave read it with hintrest, you bet; Leastways, more pertikler the harticle writ on "yours truly," dear boy; Wich the paper is one as a gent who is reelly a gent can enjoy. _I_ shall paternize it with much pleasure; it's steep, but it's puffect good form. Seems smart at the "ground" and the "lofty," _and_ makes it tremenjusly warm For WILLYUM the Woodchopper. Scissors! His name's _never_ orf of their lips. Wy, it's worth a fair six _d_ a week jest to see 'em a slating Old Chips!