Sedantary!
["Several carriage-makers in London have, it is said, received orders of late for Sedan chairs."—Daily Paper.]
What wonder if our hansom-hiring Fair
Should now adopt a coach distinctly rarer?
As Cabby often treats them like a bear,
Henceforth our ladies may prefer a bearer!
"The Silver Shell."—Mr. H. J. W. Dam's new Play (the initial letters, save the name—and as to the name, absit omen!) treats of Russian life. There is a "toff" in it, played by Mr. Kendal, whose name is Prince Karatoff, which reminds us of the Duke of Turniptop. Or, if he is an insouciant sort of person, he would more properly be titled, Prince Don't-Kar-a-toff. Unfortunate name, too, is Boris Ivanitch. Perhaps a Big Bore is Ivanitch; and as to the family title, Ivanitch—well, considered theatrically, it sounds unpleasantly like belonging to a scratch company. There's a bomb in it, which, we were informed, in a D. T. note, "appears as part of the furniture of a drawing-room." The entire furniture-covering is made, we are privately informed, of "bombazine," and the explosion may be expected to be terrific. For the sake of the clever Managers of the Court, not forgetting their H. J. W. Dam clever author, we trust The Silver Shell will be, for many months to come, an occasion for the public to silver shell out.
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