A TESTIMONIAL.
On the front page of this week's Christian Age is an excellent portrait of a Christian Youth, Mr. Deputy Bedford as Sir Adonis Evergreen. Age! What has he got to do with Age, whether a Christian Age or any other? He is not for an Age but for all time, and if "Age is before Honesty," then at what period of his existence——but this is to inquire too curiously into the future. Suffice it to say that there is something in this particular Page which reminds us of an eminently respectable Waiter, not unknown to the public, and to more than one public it may be, as—"Robert." Christian Youth, Salve Flos Waiterum! and in these "salad days," Salvete Flores Tomatorum!
In Trafalgar Square.—The New Rooms at the National Gallery may now fairly claim to present "the finest 'sight' in Europe." Thanks to Sir Frederick Burton and Mr. Eastlake, who, like the great naval hero on the top of the column in the neighbourhood, may congratulate themselves on having done what the Nation expects them to do—their duty. And so here's our duty to you, Sir Frederick and Mr. Eastlake!
Political Mensuration.—When the Gladstonians say that we are "within measurable distance" of Home Rule, do they mean that that distance is to be measured by a (National) League?
Lord Bramwell, "the Busy B" of the Times.
