IN TRAFALGAR SQUARE.--The New Rooms at the National Gallery may now fairly claim to present "the finest 'sight' in Europe." Thanks to Sir FREDERICK BURTON and Mr. EASTLAKE, who, like the great naval hero on the top of the column in the neighbourhood, may congratulate themselves on having done what the Nation expects them to do--their duty. And so here's our duty to you, Sir FREDERICK and Mr. EASTLAKE! * * * * * POLITICAL MENSURATION.--When the Gladstonians say that we are "within measurable distance" of Home Rule, do they mean that that distance is to be measured by a (National) League? * * * * * LORD BRAMWELL, "the Busy B" of the _Times_. [Illustration: NEWTON AND THE APPLE. (THE LATEST VERSION OF AN OLD STORY.)] * * * * * [Illustration: THE TRIANGULAR DUEL OF THE OPERATIC MANAGERS.] * * * * * LORD'S AND LADIES. (July 8, 1887.) _Lady loquitur_:-- BATTLE of Blues? There's the blue of the skies and eyes aristocratic, But take the array all around the true battle is polychromatic. Eh? FAIR _versus_ BRAND? Ah! of course; but you cannot expect us to narrow The rainbow of Fashion to favour the yearnings of Eton and Harrow. Nice lads, _very_ nice; always like Eton boys, when they haven't got "pots" on, And there is a good deal that's "smiting" in Whatshisname--no, I mean WATSON; But Blue's not so _chic_ as it was, and a triumph in azure is barren, That is, to a girl who is simply a girl, and not A. C. M'LAREN, White has it to-day, my dear BLANCHE, though a spotting of scarlet and crimson Gleams over the ground, for sweet woman _will_ take most peculiar whims on. A nice bit of Chelsea? Eh? What? Oh! that plucky _Lord_ CHELSEA, dear fellow! Not out, seventy-two; very good!--but _do_ look at that girl in bright yellow! It seems to add heat to the sun that is beating and broiling our backs on. Eh? Why doesn't FAIR make more use of his capital fast bowler, JACKSON? I'm sure _I_ don't know. EDITH BLAND all alone there, poor faded forlorn flower! Yes, Harrow has rather hard luck, and I wish I had mounted a cornflower; But blue doesn't suit me a bit; and why _can't_ they change colours with seasons, These Teams? Oh! don't argue it, please, there's no muddle like male creatures' _reasons_. That lady in heliotrope graceful? Dear me! why she walks like Pa's heifer, Eat? Oh! it's too hot; I could lunch on a strawberry plus an iced zephyr. Well, y-e-es, _one_ more glass of champagne, and that salad is really delightful.-- Why FLOSS had three helps to my two, that child's appetite really is frightful! Oh! what's that? Poor FAIR out again? Now I think that's unfair. Oh! no pun, Sir-- I never _do_ pun, if you please, and most surely not under this sun, Sir.