The House crammed full with an
audience as brilliant as the performance.
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE ETERNAL FITNESS OF THINGS.
_Son of the House_. "YOU'RE NOT DANCING, MR. LAMBERT! DON'T YOU WISH
TO?"
_Mr. Lambert_ (_who is not so slim as he used to be_). "CERTAINLY--IF
YOU CAN FIND ME A _CONCAVE PARTNER_!"]
* * * * *
THE LAST SONG.
[Mr. SIMS REEVES was announced to sing "_Total Eclipse_" at
his Farewell Concert on Monday.]
Farewell! A most unwelcome word to all
Whom fifty years of charm have held in thrall:
Total eclipse--of pleasure on their part
Who love pure melody and polished Art.
Memory will echo long the silvery chime
Of such a voice as even ruthless Time
Might stay his stride to listen to, and spare
From the corroding touch. Some scarce will care
To hear "_Tom Bowling_" sung by other lips,
And when in tenor strains "_Total Eclipse_"
Sounds next upon our ears, SIMS REEVES will seem
To sing again to us as in a pleasant dream.
* * * * *
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.
[Illustration: Mr.
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