moonlight, and a thousand additional lamps.  It is felt that the Derby is run with this good man’s blessing; and everyone is glad, for, without it, in spite of the horses, jockeys, carriages, acrobats, gipsies, niggers, grooms, stable-helps, and pleasure-seekers, the tableau would be aesthetically incomplete.  And the daughter of the Reverend is quite as interesting as her large-hearted sire.  She, too, has no prejudices (as instance, the little matrimonial trip to London); and when she has to part with her husband, on his departure (presumably en route to the Bermudas), she requires the vigorous assistance’ of a large detachment of Her Majesty’s Guards to support her in her bereavement.  Of the actors, Mr. CHARLES GLENNEY, as a broken-down gentleman, is certainly the hero of the three hours and a half.  In Act III., on the night of the first performance, he brought down the house, and received two calls before the footlights after the Curtain had descended.  He has many worthy colleagues, for instance, Mr. HARRY NICHOLLS, Miss MILLWARD, Mr. CHARLES WARNER, and Miss FANNY BROUGH, are all that could be desired in their respective lines.  But, well cast as it undoubtedly is, the play has vitality within it that does not depend for existence upon the efforts of the company.  It is good all round—­scenery, dresses, properties, and effects—­and will keep its place at Drury Lane until dislodged by the Pantomime at Christmas.

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CHANGE OF NAME A LA SUISSE.—­Tessin and its quarrelsome inhabitants to be known in future as a Can’t-get-on instead of a Canton.

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MORE FROM OUR YOTTING YORICK.

[Illustration:  Swedish Politeness.]

STOCKHOLM approached by lovely river (that is, we approached Stockholm by lovely river), with banks and hills covered with pine and birch trees, and studded with villas, where the Stockholm people live away from the town.  “Studded” is a good word, but phrase sounds too much like “studied with SASS,” as so many of our best artists did.  Lovely for boating.  Why don’t the Swedes row? They don’t. Lots of islands, and everybody as jolly as sand-boys, especially on Sanday.  By the way, what’s a “sand-boy”?  Why toujours jolly?

Stockholm a stunning place, all built round a huge palace, copy of the Pitti Palace in Florence.  Lifts to take the people up-hill, and a circular tramway all round the town for one penny.  Lots of soldiers in uniforms like Prussians or Russians, whichever you like.  Such swagger policemen, all tall and handsome, with beautiful helmets and lovely coats.  What would an English cook say to them?

Cathedral with tombs of GUSTAVUS VASA, GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS, and BERNADOTTE.  What was BERNADOTTE doing here?  Didn’t like to ask.  Piled up with kettledrums and flags taken from the Russians.  I noticed in Russia their churches were equally piled up with drums and flags taken from the Swedes.  Exchange is no robbery.