lly Titanic workmen. To-night gods
and groundlings applaud to the echo, and then everyone goes home as
best he can in about as beautiful a specimen of a November fog as ever
delighted a Jack-o'-Lantern or disgusted
PRIVATE BOX.
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AN OPERATIC NOTE.--_Wednesday_.--Lord Mayor's Day and Sheriff Sir
AUGUSTUS DRURIOLANUS'S Show. _L' Amico Fritz_, or "The old Min is
friendly," as _Dick Swiveller_ would have put it. Not by any means as
bright as _Cavalleria_. Mlle. DEL TORRE, del-lightful as _Suzel_.
M. DUFRICHE, very good as _Rabbino_; CREMONINI, weak as _Fritz_; and
Mlle. MARTHA-CUPID-BAUERMEISTER, good as usual in the part of the
"harmless necessary _Cat"-erina._ Opera generally "going strong."
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REPORTED DECISION.--Uganda is to be occupied till March next. Then,
order of the day, "March in, March out!"
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"SAFE BIND, SAFE FIND!"
P.C. JOHN BULL _LOQUITUR_:--
Keep them? Right my Gallic friend!
'Tis my duty, sad but binding.
Free the Wolf--to what good end?
Loose the Snake--what vantage finding?
Faction flusters, Cant appeals
In the name of sham-humanity.
Right, not wrath, my bosom steels;
Softness here were sheer insanity.
_You_'ve my warmest sympathy,
Victim of the new Red Terror!
_My_ caged RAVACHOLS to free
Were the maddest kind of error.
Prison walls and dungeon wards
Love I not, I'm no born gaoler,
But just Law which Freedom guards
_Must_ ignore anarchic railer.
Blind offence of men half mad
'Neath the goad of brute oppression,
Blunderings of fierce fools of fad,
Demoniacal possession
Of red rage at law unjust,
I can check with calm compassion;
But must firmly crush to dust
Murder--in the newest fashion.
Dynamite as Freedom's friend?
'Tis the foul fiend's latest juggle.
We must fight it to the end,
Firm, unfaltering in this struggle.
Mere "Political Offence,"
All this murder, mashing, maiming?
'Tis a pitiful pretence,
Honour-blinding, wisdom-shaming.
Indiscriminate, ruthless raid!
Mad chance--medly of disaster!
Sophistry, the fiend's sworn aid,
Never better served its master
Than in calling such hell-birth
A new gospel, holy, human,--
Blasting as with maniac mirth
Blameless men, and guiltless women!
No! The Dynamiter's creed--
Though
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