"'Tis pity of him, too!" 'Twas so, The half-relenting ANGUS, low Spake in his snowy beard. "Bold can he speak, and fairly ride: I warrant him a warrior tried." A foeman to be feared, A leader to be trusted, seemed This dark, cold chief, and few had dreamed Of such strange severance. And any not ignoble eye In sorrow more than mockery Aside will gladly glance. 'Tis pity of it! Right or wrong, The Cause needs champions true as strong, And blameless as they're bold. "A sinful heart makes feeble hand," Cried MARMION, his "failing brand" Cursing with lips grown cold. Let vulgar venom triumph here, And hate, itself from shame not clear, Make haste to hurl the stone; A nobler foe will stand aside, And more in sorrow than in pride, Not hot to harry or deride, Like DOUGLAS in his halls abide, But keep his hand--his own! * * * * * FROM A THEATRICAL CORRESPONDENT.--Sir,--I know a lot about London and N.B., but never till now did I know of the existence of 'ARRY in Scotland. The character is now represented, as I am informed, on the stage, by Mr. BEERBOHM TREE, who, in a play called _Back_, impersonates the MAC ARRY. Odd, this! for the McCOCKNIE. P.S.--One lives and learns. [*** If McCOCKNIE is to learn much, he will have to become a McMETHUSELAH. The piece to which he alludes is _Called Back_, by HUGH CONWAY and COMYNS CARR, and the part in it, excellently played by Mr. TREE, is _Macari_, an Italian.] * * * * * [Illustration: "SEPARATISTS." Douglas ... Mr. Gl-dst-ne. Marmion ... Mr. P-rn-ll. Douglas. "THE HAND OF DOUGLAS IS HIS OWN; AND NEVER SHALL IN FRIENDLY GRASP THE HAND OF SUCH AS MARMION CLASP!"--_Marmion_, Canto VI.] * * * * * [Illustration: A LORD OF THE ADMIRALTY VERY MUCH AT SEA. (_AN INCIDENT OF MR. ASHMEAD-BARTLETT'S RECENT TOUR IN IRELAND._) _Mr. A.B._ "WHY PAT, MY LAD, I SEE NOTHING TO COMPLAIN OF HERE. THESE POTATOES ARE REMARKABLY FINE!" _Pat_. "BEDAD, SOR, BUT THEY'RE NOT PRATIES AT ALL, AT ALL. SHURE, IT'S THE TURNIPS YOUR HONOUR'S LOOKING AT!"] * * * * * PARS ABOUT PICTURES.