Father Time. "THE 'MUSIC OF THE FUTURE,' MY DEAR, OF COURSE"!!!
DOLL-CE DOMUM.
One of the prettiest and most seasonable sights we have seen for a long while was the display of toys collected by the proprietor of Truth from the readers of that entertaining periodical, exhibited in Willis's Rooms before distribution amongst the children of our hospitals and work-houses. The dolls (there were thousands and thousands of them) seemed to be bidding the fashionable world adieu before entering, like so many Sisters of Mercy, upon a mission of tender charity to the sick poor. There was a private view on Sunday, a week before Christmas Day, and those who examined the treasures revealing the glories of Regent Street and the Lowther Arcade, could not help thinking "Mr. Labouchere must have a heart as good as his head, and be a very kind man au fond." We wonder whether that confirmed cynic, the proprietor of Truth, would make the same admission?
The reasons given in the correspondence published in the Times of last Thursday for discharging Mr. Highton from his offices in connection with the Westminster Play seem to us inadequate. Instead of his work tending to lower the tone of the performance, surely its effect would obviously be to Highton it.
Of course Smith and Kilrain passed their Boxing-Day together.