The fiddles are once more at him. Again is Shakspeare to be bow-strung. Verdi—we learn from the Post—is putting King Lear and Hamlet to cat gut. It is, moreover, whispered that Hamlet is destined for the Princess's; Hamlet to be sung by Mr. Charles Kean, who is expected to make a great hit in the solo of "To be or not to be," in which he will accompany himself on the Jews'-harp.
REVIEW OF THE MEDICAL LINE.
A grand review of the Medical Staff of the Metropolis was held yesterday by Surgeon-General Punch; the officers and men of the various parishes presenting themselves in professional rank and file.
The colours of the corps have become rather faded in consequence of exposure to foul air and exhalations. They are red, blue, and green, in correspondence with night-lamps and shop-window bottles; and are emblazoned with the names of various localities in which the force, performing services of danger, has triumphed over cholera, typhus, and other foes; as "Fig Tree Court," "Puddle Dock," "Twister's Alley," "Paradise Row," "Mount Pleasant," "Slumson's Rents," "Grimes's Mews," &c.
The troops went through the exercise of prescribing, compounding, mixing, and the other evolutions of a sham fight with disease; executing their operations with great rapidity and precision. The mortar practice was much admired.
The appearance of the officers and men was better than could have been expected, considering the generally small amount of their pay.
