MR. PUNCH'S QUOTATION BOOK.
I.—FOR INFERIOR CHAMPAGNE.
'How mad and bad and sad it was—
But then, how it was sweet!"—BROWNING.
II.—FOR MR. GLADSTONE.
"Et longa canoros
Dant per colla modos."—VIRGIL.
III.—FOR THE NEW BISHOP OF LICHFIELD.
"Gaiter.—A covering for the leg."—ENGLISH DICTIONARY.
IV.—FOR A TENNIS-PLAYER, IMPRISONED BY BAD WEATHER.
"They also serve who only stand and wait."—MILTON.
AT ST. JAMES'S HALL.—Hair PADDY REWSKI is a pianofortist up to the time and tune of day. Knowing that L'Enfant Prodigue is now all the go, he keeps himself up to date by performing the Musical Prodigy Son's, I mean MENDELSSOHN'S "Songs without Words;" and this so effectively, that the last wordless song he was obliged to repeat, and much obliged the audience by repeating. Then the good fellar played La Campanella, Which I prefer to Gentle Zitella, The Princess LOUISE, &c., were there, and "&c." was really looking uncommonly well considering the heat. Bravo, PADDY REWSKI! Ould Ireland for ever!