ten thousand pounds' worth of stuff upon her, from one of the least
ambitious of Soho restaurants.

How came she there, thus bedizened? Well, her husband, eccentric peer
with a priceless collection of snuffboxes and a chronic deficiency of
humour, had arranged the little dinner to effect a reconciliation,
away from the prying eyes of their set. It was not a success. She felt
that she sparkled too much, was piqued, and dismissed her lord. Enter
the hypnotic prig, who adroitly conveys her to his headquarters,
preaches to her and converts her to the point of surrendering her
jewels without a pang, and offering to assist in the lifting of the
snuffboxes. I can't say more without endangering the effect of Captain
COKE'S ingenious shifts and spoofs.

The author seemed to me to tempt Providence by placing his perfervid
philanthropist and his serious doctrines against a background of
burlesque. But he succeeded in entertaining his audience. Miss LILLAH
MCCARTHY, looking her very best as _Lady Fenton_, and Mr. COWLEY
WRIGHT, looking quite plausible as the irresistible chief of the
General Charities Distribution Bureau, shared the chief honours of the
evening.

T.

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"The views expressed by Mr. Roosevelt are crystallising
everywhere, and are bearing excellent fruit."--_Daily Paper._

How does he get his sugar?