Net Profits.—Mr. Cumming Macdona, M. P.'s recent letter to the Times about the hundred French boats that he saw starting from Dieppe for a three months' fishing cruise off the west coast of Ireland, has led to a demand by Irish papers for Government help to Irish fisheries. Why, they ask, should money be given to farmers and not to fishers? The Cork Constitution, however, goes to the root of things by saying that "want of enterprise and thrift," not want of pence, leads to Irish fish being caught by the anglers of Dieppe. The State has already constructed improved harbours and light railways. It is for the fisher-folk to respond by getting boats and nets, and using them; until which time the early Gaul will get the best haul.
SIMS REEVES AT THE EMPIRE.
My pretty Jane! My pretty Jane!
The contract did I sign!
So meet me, meet me at the Empire!
I sing at half-past nine.
It may be earlier, or later, Jane.
For time your Sims sims to defy,
But read the posters of the Empire—
The boom will catch your eye!
Musical Note.—A "Mass in B" has been composed by Mass-en-et.
A Shakspearian Line.—The one that takes you to Stratford-on-Avon.