To the fistical world, gave her son—as you're mine—werry proper advice.
When time's called, my Arthur, wire in; and wotever you do, don't be nice!
No "overstrained courtesy" this time! It's blessed nigh bunnicked your chance.
Let me fan you, dear boy, let me fan you! And when it is time to hadvance
Go at 'im for all you are wuth! Bless yer, him and his low Irish lot
Won't be in it with Gentleman Arthur—if only you'll give it him hot!
[Left fanning and fuming.
Shakspearii Juniores.—Sir Augustus Harris's and Pettitt's Prodigal Daughter is going all over the shop. She is coming out in France, in Germany, also, of course, in the Horse-tryin' capital, and will appear, as a matter-of-Corso, in Rome. This for the original English authors is a dramatic triumph which for the universality of their work is second only to that of Shakspeare.