| Little Indian Pickles, led, with taste, by Sir P. Cunliffe Owen | Geo. Augustus Sala, with "Echoes," and driving four Quills at once. | Australian Wines,headed by Sir "Will Somers" Vine |
Mr. Lewis Morris, with his Ode Colonial, accompanied by
Sir Arthur Sullivan, on a Grand Piano.
| Mr. Henry Irving. (Last appearance in London previous to his departure for America.) | Mr. J. L. Toole. (Last appearance in London previous to his departure for Aix-les-Bains.) |
Right Hon. W. H. Smith, with banner of "Closure."
At a signal from the Archbishop the Chorus will strike up—
The great Imperial Institoot,
In Kensington has taken root,
And as a tree up may it shoot!
Our Institoot, Our Institoot!
Sir Arthur Sullivan was so overcome by this inspiration, that after reading it, he could not compose himself. "No," he exclaimed, "I cannot invent music which should be a worthy setting for so precious a gem! Give me something more simple," and so it came about that Mr. Lewis Morris's poem was chosen. Whether the above-quoted beautiful chorale was written by the Earl of R-ssl-n, whose little Jubilee volume of poems has so enchanted a select circle, or by another titled and unprofessional poet, is a secret which wild horses should not make us divulge. Hooray for the Institoot!