TURKISH MUSIC.

[According to "a distinguished neutral" there is a great demand in Constantinople just now for pianos.]

Of all occasions to unfaithful scoffers

Given by Turkey in this year of grace,

The unexpected homage that she offers

To the piano holds the foremost place.

For Turkish music, vide GROVE and others,

Meant in the past the cymbals and big drum,

And piccolo, a group which wholly smothers

All other instruments and strikes them dumb.

Compared with this barbaric combination

The tinkling of the keys, so soft and clear,

Is lacking in explosive concentration,

And yet there's more in them than meets the ear.

At least, one reason for this revolution

Is plain; the keyboard, though its tones are cold,

Viewed as a means of rapid "execution"

Endears itself to Turks both Young and Old.

"M. Bratiano, Rumanian Prime Minister and Minister for Foreign Affairs, has returned to Bukarest from Petrograd."—The Times.

The force of habit, we presume. How surprised the German Governor must have been to see him.

Artist. "I RATHER LIKE THAT." Super-Critic. "BAH! PRETTY-PRETTY! CHOCOLATE BOX!"