A new Sensation at the Haymarket.
The Stranger has been revived at the Haymarket, amid sympathetic cries of “Welcome Little Stranger!” Miss Amy Sedgwick has been playing Mrs. Hatter with great success. “Excelsior!” should, however, be the maxim observed in theatricals, as in most other affairs. What a capital play the Stranger would be, if Mr. Buckstone himself would but perform the principal male character!
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The Silent City. – We read that in Rome all cries, no matter of what kind, are prohibited. We certainly envy the Holy City in that one respect. We only wish that no cries were allowed in the streets of London.
The Successor of the Fisherman’s Billingsgate.
M. Grandguillot, in the Constitutionnel, quotes Bossuet to prove that the Pope has no power “over things temporal and civil.” The language in which his Holiness has lately been indulging more than confirms the position of the Bishop of Meaux; for it shows that the successor of St. Peter cannot even keep a civil tongue in his head.
Deux Rues Incomprises.
There is a street in Paris called Rue Lord Byron (Colonel Waugh lives there in luxury and defiance of his creditors, but that’s not the matter now) and Frenchmen point to that Rue, and take credit to themselves for paying proper homage to the name of a great poet, though of another nation. Furthermore, they remark that London pays no such compliment to a bard of France. Mr. Punch, in the interest of literature and alliance, begs to deny this latter proposition entirely. Cornhill is simply the Anglican pronunciation of Corneille, and you can scarcely hear a person in London directing another without hearing “that is the Way Hugo.”
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Large Designs.- Louis Napoleon, having failed in setting the Thames on fire, has been obliged to content himself with crushing “the Universe.”
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