_tapis._ It seems that he is
even more intolerable in France than he is in this country. He had only
got as far as Lyons, in the course of his airy progress through the new
Republic, when the authorities concluded that about the most sensible
thing they could do with their guest would be to lock him up. It gives
us pleasure to write that they did so.

They don't know how great is the favor they have conferred on the world
by this humane act. We shall ever remember the magistrates of Lyons with
feelings of regard, for the judicious energy displayed by them in this
matter.

* * * * *

Ehau! France.

Unhappy France! Well may her children weep over the misfortunes that have
befallen her. But alas! TITTERS cannot cure them.

* * * * *

THE OYSTER-SUPPER CRITIC.

He has a heavy head of hair;
His heavy hands are cleanly kidded;
He twists a heavy dark moustache,
And even his eyes are heavy-lidded.
He babbles in a heavy style,
And heavily grows analytic,
This literary heavy-weight,
This heavy oyster-supper critic.

He chatters about love of "art,"
This actor's "method," that one's "school,"
And pits the stock against the star,
With Contrast as his favorite rule.
He freights the columns of the press
With praise and blame alike mephitic,
And names the burden a _critique_--
And that's the oyster-supper critic.

To-day he dines with _opera-bouffe_,
To-morrow breakfasts with burlesque,
And tights and tinsel, face to face,
Encounters, pink and picturesque.
Nor frown, if, in next week's review,
His gropings after the artistic
Should crop out into verse, and take
The form of some SWINBURNIAN distich.

At night he flits from box to box
Or stands and gossips in the lobby,
With jest and gesture fast and free,
And _tout-ensemble_ neat and nobby.
And whilst he eyes the _debutante_,
And first resolves to praise, then damn her,
New York no other critic boasts
So good at heart, so bad at grammar.

But should some fair friend grace the stage,
Of praise he is not too abstemious,
But shares, alas! in all the faults
That genius has--without the genius!
His prejudices (like those words
That LINDLEY MURRAY terms "enelitic")
Cling close, and grow a part of him.
To f