THE LION HUNTER'S MUSEUM.
Mrs. Leo Hunter has passed fifteen years of her fashionable life in the pursuit of lions. The following is a faithful enumeration of the various trophies which she carried off at different times in the ardour of the chase. They have been collected into a museum, which will be shortly thrown open to the public, on a plan somewhat similar to Mr. Gordon Cumming's South African Exhibition:—
1. The autograph of Miss Biffin, written with her toes.
2. The leg of a fowl which Bernard Kavanagh, the living skeleton, devoured at supper. Unique.
3. The rolling-pin of the "Victim of Unmerited Seduction" of the Royal Victoria Theatre.
4. The washing-bill of the Bosjemen for the delightful fortnight they honoured my country villa at Islington with their refreshing presence.
5. The cheval-glass in which Tom Thumb admired himself the memorable day he dined with me.
6. The head-dress of one of the Ojibbeways.
7. The long-bow which the celebrated African traveller, Gordon Cumming-it-too-strong, pulled after dinner whilst the muffins were being handed round.
8. Ten door-knockers, of the lion's head pattern, sent me by the spirited young Marquis of Hungerford after the night of my evening party, one of them being my own, and the other ones belonging to Nos. 1 to 9 inclusive. Capital.
9. The clay pipe smoked by the celebrated German poet Kramm, after he had recited his master-piece, in ten books, of the "Oneness of Germany".
10. The false calves of Adolphe Pétard, premier danseur de l'Opéra et de monde.
11. A turnpike-ticket (belonging to the Westminster Road toll) of Mr. N. T. Hicks, the 79th night he played Mazeppa.