GENTLE EXERCISE.
Mrs. Jones. "Come on, old Slowcoach! Let's race up this next Hill, or we'll be late for Tea!"
[Jones is beginning to doubt the wisdom of having sold his Pony and Trap, and taken to Bicycles. He lives seven miles from a Town where Mrs. J. takes him shopping four times a week with the greatest regularity.
A PIECE FULL OF POINT.
Messrs. Clement Scott and Brandon Thomas are to be congratulated on the success of their adaptation of the Maître d'Armes, produced at the Adelphi Theatre on Saturday last. The play, which appeared, like the longest remembered dramas of the late Dion Boucicault, in August—traditionally "the dead season of the stage"—seems destined to be as popular as the best-liked of its predecessors. For once—but, it is to be hoped, not "and away"—Mr. William Terriss has a chance of showing his quality in a character worthier of his powers than the customary hero of "walking gentleman" romance. Like Mr. Henry Neville when he appeared as Henry Dunbar, after a long course of Ticket of Leave Man, Mr. Terriss makes the most of his opportunity. Miss Millward is excellent as the child of the fencer—a criticism which applies equally "to every one concerned." Well written, well mounted, and well played, there is no reason why The Swordsman's Daughter should not prove the truth of heredity and "run through"—the season.
"Full of wise saws" is "Amateur Angler," in the Fishing Gazette, concerning the river Wye. He complains that "he tried for trout, but caught chub," which, however, we are told "is a comely fish"—quite chub-stantial, doubtless—and "gives as much sport, at times, as a gentlemanly trout." "Lordly salmon" are also to be found. Evidently the Wye is peopled by the upper crust of the piscatorial world, and this, perhaps, explains the reason for "the river being netted and poached in every conceivable way," or wye, as Cockneys say.