The Latest and Best from Berlin.
The Crown Prince was reported last week to be decidedly better. May it be so, and so go on. "His Imperial Highness," wrote the Correspondent of the Standard, "continues to express the fullest confidence in Sir Morell Mackenzie." And Mr. Punch, in the name of all Englishmen who are uninfluenced by any feeling akin to professional jealousy, "says ditto," to the Crown Prince. Prosit!
Mrs. R. is astonished that the English do not name streets and places after the names of their great Poets and their works. She says she only remembers two exceptions; one was a Hamlet in the Country, and the other was Wandsworth; the latter being so called after the Poet who wrote The Excursion,—probably, she thinks, a cheap excursion to this very spot, which is within a cab-fare of town.
The Third Edition of Mr. Frith's Recollections is now out. We hear it is dedicated to Archdeacon Sumner, and that the motto selected is the nautical quotation, "Port it is!"
