Saturday.—­Re-appearance of the great DE RESZKE Brothers, JOHN and NED (what’s JOHN without an ’ed?) in Lohengrin.  Admirable.  JULIA RAVOGLI excellent as Ortruda, and M. MAUREL equally so as Freddy.  But why did he “feather his skull,” like the Jolly Young Waterman, in so remarkable a style?  However, his Freddy is a feather in his cap with which he ought to be satisfied.  Miss EAMES as Elsa even better than as Marguerite.  Crammed house.  “Friends in front” more than satisfied.  Good start.

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SONGS OF THE UN-SENTIMENTALIST.

THE EARLY GREEN PEA.

  Oh, the early green pea! the early green pea! 
  Is the dish of all dishes to set before me! 
  You may tell me of salmon caught fresh from the Tay,
  The beauties of plump white spring chicken display,
  The strawberry ripened three months before date—­
  All these and much else you may set on my plate! 
  But of them, no not one, stirs such rapture in me
  As the sweet, mellow taste of the Early Green Pea!

  Oh, the early green pea, the pea of my taste,
  Must be gently assisted, not forced in hot haste,
  Lest the flavour it yield prove delusive and flat,
  In no way suggesting the young Marrowfat! 
  But if it do this, oh what more could I wish,
  Than to see a young duckling form part of the dish! 
  So with such a banquet spread out before me,
  Can you ask why I worship the Early Green Pea!

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IN MEMORIAM.—­As a tribute expressive of the high estimation in which the late Mr. P.T.  BARNUM was held in England, why not endow a “Barnum Exhibition” at one of the Colleges of either University?  We have “Smith’s Prizeman,” why not “Barnum Exhibitioner”?

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“THE PRODIGY SON.”—­The three-act pantomime play at the Prince of Wales’s has “caught on,” as we predicted it would.  Manager SEDGER thinks of temporarily adopting as his motto for this theatre, “Speech is silvern, silence is golden.”

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[Illustration:  THE RAIKES’ PROGRESS.]

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SWORD VERSUS LANCET!

(AN INCIDENT IN THE NEXT WAR.)

“Now,” said the Surgeon-Field-Marshal-Commanding-in-Chief, as he stood before his men; “I have the greatest confidence in your skill.  There is not one of you present who cannot perform an operation as successfully as myself;” here there was a murmur of polite denial in the ranks.  “Nay, it is no flattery—­I mean it.  These are my last instructions.  We are few, the enemy are many.  We are not only soldiers but medical men.  And as medical men it is our business to cure the wounds that we inflict in our more strictly military capacity.”

Again there was a murmur—­this time of cordial approval.