Lies bombast, false glitter, and glory.'
And a third is particularly energetic in his speculations as to the behaviour of the Premier on hearing of the defeat of his policy:—
'He thought, as he holloa'd aloud in bed,
And pommelled his lonely pillow,
He was pitching away into Gladstone's head;
And his fury was like the billow.'"
THE BURIAL OF THE MASHER.
"Mr. Burnand's good-natured but well-directed chaff in 'Blue Beard,' at the Gaiety, may be said to have ridiculed that curious product of modern civilisation, the Masher, out of existence. His continued life now seems to be impossible."—Daily Paper.