Mr. GLADSTONE was affected last night with a severe pain in his stomach. On going to his place in the House, he was overheard to say, "It must have been that cabbage." This morning he is better. 10 A.M. Mr. GLADSTONE did not say, "It was that cabbage;" but, "It was those beans." 12 A.M. Right Hon. Mr. GLADSTONE is not any better. It is now doubtful whether it was the beans or the cabbage. 2 P.M. The Right Hon. W.E. GLADSTONE is a little better, but ate only a light dinner. Mr. BRIGHT thinks it was the beans. Now, my dear PUNCHINELLO, by this time I began to think it _must be_ the beans, and so I sent word to my despi-telegraphic correspondent that _that would do_. And so it will, also, from your correspondent, --PRIME. * * * * * Women's Rights, Again. Denver is said to be all agog about a performer named ANNIE CORELLA, who plays solos on the cornet. This is the latest manifestation of the Women's Rights movement, brass instruments having hitherto been played exclusively by masculine lips and lungs. "Blowing" through brass is very characteristic of the advocates of Women's Emancipation; and the next thing we shall hear, perhaps, is that the ladies of the _Revolution_ have organized themselves into a brass band, and taken to serenading HORACE GREELEY. * * * * * Latest Fashionable Intelligence from the Plains, INDIANS' war-(w)hoops. * * * * * [Illustration: THE PNEUMATIC TUBE. EX-PRESSURE OF THE FUTURE. THEY SAY THE SPHERES MUST BE TIGHTLY PACKED, AND THIS HOW IT IS GOING TO BE--WHEN THEY CARRY PASSENGERS.] [Illustration: PROPHETIC VIEW OF THE INTERIOR.] * * * * * Our Future.