Where is the German Hinterland?  Wherever on a foreign strand There lies a handy sea-coast track, With fertile country at its back, On which to lay a Teuton hand; There is the German Hinterland!

Where is the German Hinterland?  Wherever commerce can expand, Without much danger or expense, O’er someone’s “sphere of influence,”—­ That “someone” failing to withstand—­ There is the German Hinterland!

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A PUZZLE.—­The Dunlo case came to an end.  Miss BELLE BILTON remains Lady DUNLO—­and quite right too.  Yet, if she is still the wife of Lord DUNLO, how is it that she is engaged to AUGUSTUS DRURIOLANUS?  Yet such is the fact.  Is she to be the Belle of the Beauty and the Beast (Pantomime)?  If so, her Ladyship will look splendid, as she is a Belle Built ’un.

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PROVERBIAL PARLIAMENTARY PHILOSOPHY.—­“The course of business never did run smooth.”—­W.H.  SMITH.

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OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.

The paper on “Old Q.,” in the Gentleman’s Magazine, by EDWARD WALFORD, M.A., is interesting up to a certain point, but after that disappointing. “Oliver,” says the Baron, impersonating Oliver for the time being, “asks for more.”  And much the same observation have I to make on another paper about Irish Characters in English Dramatic Literature, by W.J.  LAWRENCE.  Although the writer ranges from SHAKESPEARE to BOUCICAULT, and mentions authors, plays, and actors, yet he has omitted HUDSON who, after POWER and, before BOUCICAULT, was, in his own particular line, one of the best delineators of Irish character on the stage.  He played chivalrous parts that BOUCICAULT would not have attempted.  There are historical Irish types still to be represented; and when Irish melodrama, with its secret plots, murders, wicked land-agents, jovial muscular-christian priests, comic male peasants, and pretty and virtuous female ditto, shall have taken a rest for a while, Irish Comedy may yet have its day.

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The very best letter I have ever seen on this important subject appeared August 9th, written by that eminent author, who makes a vain attempt at concealing his identity under the signature of “ARCHIMILLION,” and addressed to the Great Journalistic Twin Brethren, the Editorial Proprietors and Proprietorial Editors of The Whirlwind, whose Court Circular reporter (this by the way) might appropriately adopt the historic name of “BLASTUS, the King’s Chamberlain.”  The argument in ARCHIMILLION’S remarkable letter is decidedly sound.  But surely he is wrong in supposing that the astral reverberation of the podasma (one in six) could possibly be ratiocinated on the coleoptic intensity! Perhaps he will deny that he ever said so. But did he mean it? To me this has been the sweet familiar study of a lifetime, and, without boastful egoism, I may say I am considered, by all who know anything about the matter, a first-rate authority on this subject, or on any other, says