Sweets to the Sweet.
But, in spite of Mr. Jack Lovell, Oxford, at Drury Lane, contained a number of interesting persons. The Doddipotts, father and son, with their American relative (Miss Brough), were most amusing, and I was quite satisfied to accompany them to Nice and Monte Carlo, to see the Battle of Flowers, the Carnival Ball, and last, but not least, the Earthquake. This latter effect, in more senses than one, "brought down the house." In Pleasure the stage-management is excellent throughout, and, of the joint authorship of the piece, I think I may safely say that its chief merit lies in the name of Harris. Not a mythical "Harris," like unto the friend of Mrs. Gamp, but some one far more substantial, the great Augustus Druriolanus himself. Whether one is gazing upon the Sheldonian Theatre (the background to an Oxford Mixture of no common kind), or the Barges, or the Promenade des Anglais, or the Carnival Ball, the presence of an excellent master of effect is seen in every group, in every detail.
