ts performance of "_Vaga Luna_," "_Oft in the Stilly
Night_," "_Rise Gentle Moon_," and other airs set for "Voices of the
Night." When MERCURY alluded to the disappearance of two stars from the
constellations--HERCULES and LYRA--these celestial voices sang "_The
Light of Other Days_" with much taste. Indeed, the taste for singing
which SHAKSPERE ascribed to the stars is in no way diminished, for the
whole meeting, on breaking up, joined very nicely in

"We won't go home till morning
Till daylight doth appear."

* * * * *

A GREAT ANCHOVY CASE.

"BURGESS AND SON," whose name will go down to posterity in a
cruet-stand, have lately been throwing their fish-sauce into Chancery,
and an equity judge has been discussing the essence of anchovies with a
_gusto_ quite remarkable. The barristers engaged in the matter have
doubtless verified the fact, that little fish are sweet, for the
anchovies have of course yielded some pretty little fees to pretty
little juniors. MESSRS. CAMPBELL and MOORE were on one side, while MR.
BACON and MR. NELSON represented the anchovies on the other side, and
counsel pushed about the anchovy bottle from the Court below to the
Court above, with a determination to bring the sauce of Burgess to the
very fountain of equity. The great anchovy case has been already before
the Vice Chancellor and the Lords Justices, but whether the parties will
carry their "sauce" up to the Lords is at present dependent probably on
how they may be "advised" by learned counsel to go on expending money in
litigation, or "if not why not," or "how otherwise."

* * * * *

DANUBIAN HOMICIDE.

Hosts on the Danube's banks are felled
To please one man's ambitious whim;
And yet there is no inquest held,
No Hue-and-Cry raised after him.

His likeness, true, the shops expose;
His hair, his eyes, are in the News,
And every Constant Reader knows
How high he stands without his shoes.

But how he sleeps, of what partakes,
In food and drink, from day to day,
What casual remarks he makes,
The newspapers omit to say.

We know that he persists in lies
Of quite an inconsistent kind.
But not that any chaplain tries
To rectify his frame of mind.

For wholesale murder does not meet
The doom that waits the single crime,
The exaltation in the street,
The carrion-crows, or grave of lime.

The head