SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S old house at Brixton Rise, _Punch_ hears, "is about to be sold by public auction", and the surrounding twelve acres of "nobly-timbered park", given over--of course, like so much else in that once leafy suburb--to the untender mercies of the Jerry Builder. Too bad! In the olden days, QUEEN BESS used to be rowed in her barge up the Effra (which now, like the Mole, "runneth underground", hidden by earth and brickwork, but, not long since, was a visible stream) to visit Sir WALTER at what was _then_ his Country House. There were no Interviewers in those happy days, else would a "Sir WALTER RALEIGH At Home", with "Gloriana" as his guest, be toothsome reading. And shall JUGSON, the Jerry-builder, with his mud-bricks and slime-mortar, his warped timber and his peeling stucco, banish even the memories of the great Elizabethans from their ancient haunts? Forbid it, O Spirit of the Jubilee Year! Let the Jubilators RALEIGH--we mean _rally_, round RALEIGH'S old Mansion,-- "Let not his house who witched Old England's eyes Before base JUGSON fall on Brixton Rise." * * * * * BEN TROVATO AGAIN.--When the Papal Envoy arrived, His Eminence had several mansions placed at his disposal. The one he fancied most was that offered by Mr. H. LABOUCHERE, M.P., with the appropriate designation of "POPE'S Villa, Twickenham." * * * * * A Hard-worked Official. LORD CHAMBERLAIN LATHOM, exhausted is he After this season of Jubilee. "Farewell to my cares at holiday-tide," Says LATHOM aloud, when he'll _lay them aside_. * * * * * As to the Mission of Monsignor PERSICO to Ireland, an Horatian Nationalist wrote--"PERSICO'S odi." And he probably does dislike it. * * * * * [Illustration: THE NEW "HATCH." MR. P. "AH! THEY'RE AN AWFULLY UGLY LOT! I _DID_ THINK THE OLD GAUCHE-HEN--(AHEM!)--WOULD HA' DONE BETTER THAN THAT!!" [_Exit sadly._]] * * * * * THE LAST VISIT (BUT ONE) TO THE ACADEMY. [Illustration: No. 518. Left Leg Shrunk.] [Illustration: No. 624. Her Serene Transparency.] [Illustration: No. 413. Hard Hit in a Town and Gown Row.] [Illustration: No. 647. What can we do with the Baby?] [Illustration: No. 623. Warming his Back against the Soup Tureen.] [Illustration: No. 253. Pulling the Stuffing out of Toy Terrier.] A grand flare-up on Thursday last. A Jubilee _Soirée_ worthy of the Jubilee Year and the Royal Academicians. Kings, Queens, Royal Highnesses, Grand Dukes and Duchesses have become so common this Jubilee month, that, when some _blasé_ and well-seasoned Londoner is asked who such and such a decorated person is, he languidly replies, "Oh! only a King, or something of that sort."