But they have a consolation, the Lady Dramatist and her illustrious husband (he did hang up his hat, and his coat, he had little else to move from his garret in the Strand), in having possibly found a more useful field of duty than that of an active participation in the work before the footlights. It has been sarcastically, and we believe wrongfully asserted by a Tory Earl that critics are men who have failed as authors; but a similar calumny has been perpetrated by Miss ELMIRA JENKS (whose satelliteship came to a violent end with the marriage of her bright particular star to Mr. ELLISTON DRURY) who has not hesitated to declare in her unscrupulous paper that the modern teachers of elocution are ladies and gentlemen who have failed as actors and actresses. Mr. and Mrs. ELLISTON DRURY nevertheless pursue the even tenor of their way; their elocution classes are well attended; Mrs. DRURY'S afternoons never lack interesting visitors; and her husband's occasional Shakspearian recitals at Hammersmith and Putney, inspire the local critics with eloquent expressions of regret that the degenerate condition of the stage should condemn so rare an actor to the drawing-room and the platform. Mr. ELLISTON DRURY finds this a sufficient balm for his bruised soul; and his admiring wife declares that walking along the vale of life hand in hand with ELLISTON, is after all bliss enough, without the added and questionable joy of being a popular Lady Dramatist. * * * * * "THE SATURDAY REVIEW" AT SPITHEAD.--Our Special's account is too late for this week. He went away on Friday last, and was last seen on board the new P. & O. ship _Victoria_. Wire just received says, "Steamed through Fleet in tug. Tender reminiscences. Big guns everywhere. We're the biggest. Salutations." That's all! * * * * * MRS. R. says she is glad her nephew became a good horseman before he was called to the Bar, as he is always now going on Circus. * * * * * [Illustration: FELINE AMENITIES. TWO CASES OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY. _Mrs. de Vere Jones (rushing up to Mrs. Stanley Brown, whom she hates)._ "OH, _HOW_ DO YOU DO, _DEAR LADY WRYMOUTH?_" [_Lady Wrymouth is said to be the plainest Woman in the whole British Peerage!_ _Mrs. Stanley Brown._ "VERY WELL, THANKS, _DEAR MRS. CORMORAN._ HOW ARE YOU?" [_Mrs. Cormoran is said to be the plainest Woman in the whole British Empire!_] * * * * * MAKING IT EASY; OR, THE SHOEMAKER AND THE CONSIDERATE CUSTOMER. _Shoemaker_... Lord S-L-SB-RY. _Customer_... Lord H-RT-NGT-N. _Customer._ H-o-w-o-u-g-h!!! _Shoemaker (solicitously)._ Beg pardon, m'Lord! Hurt you, m'Lord? _Customer._ Hurt? I should think it did, indeed. _Shoemaker._ Very strange, m'Lord. 'Tother one seems to fit you to a nicety. (_Aside._) Fancied _that_ might be a tight fit now.