His golden hair is hanging down his back!"
This was more of George's loving ingenuity. But we wished he had made it rhyme. His wife had helped him, but she would not take the credit. "That was George's idea," laughed along her lips. I threatened "to make copy" of him, and now I have done it. Moreover, I shall further presume on his forbearance by writing no more about him for the present.
All the Difference.—In the programme of the Ballad Concerts given in the Times, Mr. Ben Davies was advertised to sing Sullivan's "Come, Come, Margherita." Now the title of this song is its refrain, i.e., "Come, Margherita, come!" which is evidently a lover's passionate invitation, while if it is written as "Come, Come, Margherita," it is clearly only an expostulation of a rather commonplace character uttered to Margherita, who has been exasperatingly petulant, and who won't come when asked. For many many years it was the fashion (as it still is with the veteran tenor) for "Maud" to be invited to "come into the garden," just as the fly used to be requested by the spider to "walk into his parlour." Now it is Margherita who is having her turn (in the garden) with Ben Davies.
THE SPORTING INSTINCT.
"Come along, Bobbie! Don't lag behind!"