Any Port in a Storm.
"What they're at I can't guess,"
Observes Dungeness,
"Then the plan you've not read,"
Responds Beachy Head,
"Fremantle went right on:
I saw him," says Brighton,
"Oh, that's all my eye!"
Ejaculates Rye,
"Well, he came down my way,"
Remarks Pegwell Bay,
"Yes, and Hewett's his target;
That's quite clear," adds Margate,
"It seems silly to me,"
Sneers Westgate-on-Sea,
"Humph! I think it quite real:
That I do!" replies Deal,
"And they think so on shore,"
Says the Light at the Nore,
"Well, now it's all over,
Thank goodness!" says Dover.
A Note full of Gaiety.—Loyal Love, the new piece at the Gaiety, requires a little compression. If the Authoress would only reduce it to one Act, and have that single scene supplied with a few catchy songs, there really is no reason why it should not serve some day as a very effective lever de rideauat the Savoy, as a capital foil to a Comic Opera. For the rest, Mrs. Basil Potter has greatly improved, Mr. Willard is (as usual) excellent, but the remainder of the company are unimportant. Scenery good, and dresses adequate.
