You Fall, Eiffel!
Are the Panama sentences rather hard?
So Monsieur Eiffel pro tem. disappears.
To walk round about a prison yard
Is the Tour d'Eiffel for a couple of years.
Evident.—The little song for Mr. Harry Lawson to sing on reading Mr. Charles Darling's letter in the Times of Thursday last—"Charley is my Darling!"
A Real "Opening" for a Smart Young (Political) Man.—The settling, on rational grounds, of the great and much-muddled up "Sunday-Opening" Question.
Cue for the Critics (if the New Coinage does not seem an improvement upon the Jubilee failures).—Pepper Mint!
Important Financial Question for Italians.—Are the Banks of the Tiber secure?