Vive Rosebery!—The owner of Ladas celebrated the Derby triumph with an entertainment to the Epsom Poor of the Union Workhouse, all Unionists, of course, which makes the Premier's Ladasian horse-pitality still more noble. "This week His Lordship entertains the Epsom tradesmen," so it is announced. One of the entertainments will be of a novel naval character, and will consist of a hornpipe by the celebrated Old Epsom Salts. Afterwards nautical song, "All in the Downs."
Really Sensible.—The Lord Chief Justice of England, Lord Russell of Killowen, (and if there is anything in a name isn't this "Justice to Ireland"?) will commence his judicial duties, after the swearing is over, to-day, Wednesday. His Lordship has appointed Mr. R. J. Block to be his Chief Clerk. Excellent appointment! Especially in this summer heat, as when oppressed by the weight of his legal wig, the Lord Chief will simply take it off and put it on the Block.
She Knows!—Mrs. R. is much pained on hearing that in some parts of the Potteries the favourite song is the well-known one containing the lines:—
The beating of his own wife
Was all the sound he heard.
As she shrewdly remarks, this indicates the manner in which the cottar in this district is accustomed to spend his Saturday night.
Our Toby and his Anxious Friends.—Mr. Punch has received several letters reminding him that the Duke of Rutland is a Cantab, not an Oxonian as stated in our Toby's "Essence" for June 30. Toby is delighted to hear it. He will remember in future that "Mr. Crummles is not a Prussian," &c., &c.