_Jack._ It depends--I think so--if I don't get anything better. I'm told it's a wonderful shoot. They pulled down over a thousand birds the first day, last year.
_Jack._ Oh dear no! He's as blind as a bat. He only rents it for his friends.
_Capt. O._ (_greatly relieved_). That's good news, for he's a terrible bore. He'd be a shocking nuisance on the Moors. I must say, I can't stand _him_ at any price.
_Jack._ No, nor any of the family, for the matter of that. Well, ta, ta! Perhaps we shall meet there. I'm off to the Empire, to join some friends who've got a box.
"PERFIDIOUS ALBION" AGAIN.--Lieutenant MIZON, with his grievances against the British Niger Company, was _fêted_ last week in Paris. To inform Frenchmen that the British Company in question is not so _niger_ as it has been painted would be useless at the present moment, when Frenchmen are still loud in their applause of the speech made by the Prefect of the Seine in such a _Mizon-scène_. [N.B.--_Jeu de mot_ forwarded by our own "Prefect of the In-Seine."]
FROM NEWCASTLE.--Mr. HAMOND, M.P. for Newcastle, charged Mr. JOHN MORLEY with having made a certain statement. Mr. MORLEY denied it, and asked Mr. HAMOND to substantiate the charge. Mr. HAMOND could not do this, nor did he apologise. Is this the "_'Amond honorable_"?
[Illustration: SIR CARLOS EUAN-SMITHEZ; OR, THE INSULTING SULTAN AND THE HIGH-TONED CHRISTIAN KNIGHT.
_A MODERN MOORISH BALLAD, AFTER THE FASHION OF BON GAULTIER._]
Brave Sir CARLOS EUAN-SMITHEZ! basely have they borne thee down; Thousands, thirty, would they tip thee as a churl they'd tip a crown? Thou at home hadst shown that Sultan with emphatic toe the door; In Morocco thou didst coolly turn thy back upon the Moor.
Long in fiery Fez he lingered, subtle SMITHEZ, being bound To contract Commercial Treaty with the minions of MAHOUND. Full eight weeks' negociations smoothed that Treaty's parlous way; On the fifth July the Sultan swore it should be signed next day.
But the false Frank's furtive whisper at the Sultan's ear was heard. (When the Frank may foil the Saxon won't he do so? Like a bird!) And the treacherous Moorish Monarch, to his people's interest blind, Sold the sham he dubbed his honour, changed the thing he deemed his mind.