"’Twas Whispered in Heaven, ’twas Muttered in H——." À propos of the much-discussed article written by Dr. St. George Mivart in The Nineteenth Century, on "Happiness in Hell."—begging pardon for uttering a word "unmentionable to ears polite,"—our old friend 'Arry writes thusly:—"Sir,—We 'ave all of us been familiar for years with the well-known 'Mivart's 'Otel.' If the clever Professor is correct, this name ought to be changed, as there ain't no such a place; and, in future, when alluded to, it ought to be called Mivart's Cool 'el. Am I right?
"Yours truly, The 'Arry Opagite."
In "Lucky Shoes," baskets, and in other dainty trifles, does Rimmel arrange his beautiful bottles of scent. Rimmel is not a Head Centre, but our Chief Scenter, "and," exclaims Mr. Wagstaff, the Unabashed, "what a great day will be his Scentenary!"
"The Silent Battle."—See this charming piece at the Criterion. Of course it is brought out by Mr. Charles Wyndham in illustration of the old proverb, "Acts, not words."
