Tommy. Indeed, it appears to me that to have perpetually before our eyes such an exhibition of virtue as our revered tutor affords us is vastly beneficial.

MR. BARLOW was then going to descend and enter another carriage, but TOMMY, with many tears and protestations, begged him to remain and hear HARRY's answer to the question which he had put to him.

Harry. A Pantomime, then, Sir, appears to me to be filled with little else but cheating, dissimulation, treachery of the grossest kind, and cruelties of the most revolting and barbarous nature, practised, I regret to say, upon those whose helpless condition, either by reason of their sex or age, demands our utmost consideration and most chivalrous protection. The babe is remorselessly torn from its nurse's, or its mother's, arms, to be brutally doubled up, in order to accommodate its shape to the capacity of the Clown's pocket, or it is bandied from one to the other, with less care than would be bestowed on uncarting bundles of firewood; and when outraged justice at length interferes to punish the evil-doers, it is the innocent baby which serves the Clown as a most formidable weapon in his effectual resistance to the police; and, when it is of no further use, either for defence or offence, it is callously jerked aside, put into a pieman's can, or hurled into the midst of some fearful street-fight, where its dismal fate is sealed, and it is for ever lost to view. And, let me ask you, spectator of this series of inhuman crimes shed so much as a single did you, my dear MR. BARLOW, or you, my dear TOMMY, see one tear; nay, on the contrary, did we not notice how the younger porlooked on in smiling satisfaction? Not to multiply instances which tion of the audience vehemently applauded the while the elder your own experience would suggest to you, you will remember what fortunate policeman, the ghost of whose head subsequently appeared, roars of laughter greeted the cold-blooded decapitation of an unhorrible to relate, in the large pasty, with which both Clown and Pantaloon were regaling themselves in their dishonestly-acquired lodgings? And therefore, not to detain you further, I could not help wondering, during the last Pantomime at which we were present, that people could throw away so much of their time upon sights that can do them no good, and take their children and their relations to learn fraud and insincerity, to behold the utmost cruelty greeted with shouts of laughter, to see justice held up to derision, the law triumphantly defied, and meanness, vice, chicanery, and trickery most vehemently and heartily applauded. MR. BARLOW smiled at the honest bluntness of HARRY; and TOMMY, who had already commenced writing the first scene of a Pantomime, hung his head and appeared not a little mortified..

However, as he could not contradict the charges which HARRY had brought, he thought it prudent to be silent. [TOMMY's Pantomime was founded upon a story of MR. BARLOW's, and was entitled Harlequin Agesiläus and The Versatile Plumber, or the Convulsive Fairies of the Silver Spoon and the Cow that Jumped over the Moon, or the Little Dog of the Ottigamies and the Unaffected Scullion. He had secretly purposed calling on the Lessee of Drury Lane, or if no other way were open to him he was going to ask his father, who was a very wealthy man, either to purchase for him a share in Drury Lane Theatre, which would entitle him as a renter to compel the attention of the Lessee, or to take the Opéra Comique, for the ensuing winter, to be opened, under the management of MASTER TOMMY MERTON, with his new and original Pantomime. These schemes he now determined to drop, having been much moved by HARRY'S discourse.]

At Swindon, MR. BARLOW and his young friends refreshed themselves with a plentiful supper of buns and as much soup as they could swallow without scalding their mouths in the few minutes allotted for this repast.

Before re-entering their compartment, MR. BARLOW, ascertaining that the Guard had not heard the story of Pharnabazus and the Modest Buffalo, was forthwith about to recount it to him, when the signal was given for the train's departure, whereupon MR. BARLow, wishing to exhibit in his own person an example of scrupulous punctuality, and exact adherence to the Rules, Regulations, and Bye-Laws of the Company, at once stepped into his carriage, and, with his usual happy expedition, was very soon fast asleep.

Frederick Denison Maurice.

BORN 1804. DIED 1872.

NOR Bishopric, nor Deanery, nor Stall
Of Canon or of Prebend, empty stands,
By reason of this death, whose tidings fall
To sadden many hearts in many lands;

Yet to uplift e'en whom they sadden most;

The steady star, whose dimming here we mourn, Beams ever for us in the heavenly host,

And only there seems to have reached its bourne.

The broad bright light, whose guiding radiance shone
So wide on earth, shines broader, brighter now:
What though the true voice, and sweet smile be gone,
Closed the kind eyes beneath the steadfast brow-
The life of love he lived, the truth he spoke,
The seeds of good he sowed on earth remain :
In many brave hearts, eased from Evil's yoke,
The fruitful soul of MAURICE lives again.

Stout runners, over duty's dusty course,

Will carry on the torch his hand lets fall;
Whose flame, he bearing it, nor craft nor force
Quenched, or made quiver-a sure light for all!

If e'er man's life showed Christian faith and love,
If ever man's lips Christian doctrine spoke,
That life was lived by him while here he strove,
That trumpet-truth from his tongue souls awoke,
Which slept, and would have slept, while, like a fall
Of lulling waters, orthodoxy ground

Its barrel-organ, and the poppied pall

Of seventh-day slumber shed its influence round.

A dangerous spirit, by decorum's gauge,

Who on Heaven's road shook turnpikes and scorned tolls,
Could fling forth words white-hot with noble rage,
As well as lit with love, compelling souls.

Armed with his well-proved thought he faced abuse,
Loss, conflict, obloquy, believing still

That God, who gives us reason, wills its use.
That reverent trust in right can work no ill.

He ne'er met lie but off its mask to tear,

Nor e'er encountered truth but to embrace :
Heedless what seemly vizard lie might wear,
Or what thick veil might hide truth's noble face.

Why pause the lot of such a life to read

Its band of high, and humble, grateful friends,
Of honours, wealth, its small share, smaller need:
How can he miss, who seeks not, worldly ends?
He being dead yet speaks, and still will speak
More widely, as men grow more brave and wise,
In wider sympathy, and faith less weak,
And interchange of larger charities.

Crowned with a radiant crown, than earth's more fair,
'Mid love and reverence he leaves life below,

To seek the life above, and welcome there,
Face to face, all 'twas his, e'en here, to know!

Satisfactory Vote, nevertheless. THEATRICAL BALLOT.-"HODSON'S Choice."

FOR THE PRESENT SEASON.

A DANGEROUS EXAMPLE.

WILLIAM LASH, an appropriately named attendant at the Colney Hatch Lunatic Asylum, having been seen by one of the medical officers striking one of the lunatics under his care, was very properly suspended, committed, tried, and found guilty last week, at the Middlesex Sessions. It was proved that the lunatic he had struck was much bruised and injured, and LASH pleaded that he had been "provoked." The jury seems to have thought the provocation justified the assault, for while finding LASH guilty, they added a gratuitous, and on the face of it, highly improbable opinion, that as he had been but a short time in the Asylum, he probably was not acquainted with the restriction that no attendant was allowed to strike an inmate"-the first thing every attendant is made to do being to master the printed rules, of which this stands at the head. Whereupon the judge seems to have showed himself, if he will allow Mr. Punch to say so, more imbecile even than the jury, for he merely ordered WILLIAM LASH to enter into his own recognisances to come up for judgment if called upon.

Considering the number of Lashes loose in too many Lunatic Asylums, if we may judge by the frequency of rib-breakings, bath smotherings, and similar murderous acts of brutality on the part of Asylum attendants brought to light from time to time; the peculiarly helpless position of the lunatics who are the victims of these brutalities; and the difficulty of securing that sane evidence, which alone juries seem to think warrant for a verdict of guilty on such charges, we should have thought that of all conceivable cases, one in which an Asylum attendant is convicted on an Assistant-Surgeon's testimony of brutal violence to a lunatic, was the one for an exemplary sentence.

We had flattered ourselves that corporal punishment was forbidden in all well managed Lunatic Asylums. The cat has been banished in effect from the Army and Navy, and is only allowed, now, to claw the backs of ruffianly garotte robbers. But such lenient treatment as visiting justices, jury, and judge have given this LASH seems very likely encourager les autres, and so to

THE PIG AND THE RING.

COMMON MISQUOTATION.

LOW-BORN creatures who do not know, and pretend not to care to know, who their grandfathers were, not having family-trees like the pedigree of Mr. Punch, who came in before the Conqueror, are apt to say that the grapes of genealogy are sour, quoting, as they commonly do, the lines from Nosey-so our Young Hopeful the other day dared to call the poet, PUBLIUS OVIDIUS NASO:

"Nam genus, et proavos, et quæ non fecimus ipsi,
Vix ea nostra voco."

Et quæ non fecimus ipsi? By this rule, we should like to know how anyone could possibly call his soul his own?

A Thought upon Taffy.

YOUR Welsh Cad is a greater Cad than any other. He numbers among his ancestors a CADWALLADER and a CADWALLON.

stimulate the use of the Lash in our 'Lunatic Asylums generally. There are few of them, we fear, without a Lash handy among strictly enforced, and their violation heavily punished. their attendants, only to be kept in abeyance by good rules,

FAIR WARNING FROM FRANCE.

EUROPE bids fair to advance-crab-fashion. If she do not progress, at any rate she will march. At the suggestion of M. CHASSELOUP-LAUBAT, in his report on the organisation and recruiting of the French army, it is likely that the National Assembly will pass a law to make every able-bodied Frenchman between twenty and forty learn soldiering. All Europe must follow suit. Hooray for the prospects of the peace and civilisation of the world! Hey for the Millennium! When France is armed, Europe makes ready. Of course M. THIERS will lose no time in converting France into one Camp able to revenge Sedan, and reinstate the Pope-King. M. THIERS knows that he can effect that transformation in a twinkling, as it were with a wave of a Harlequin's wand. Otherwise he would try to do it by degrees, and say nothing of what he was about in the meanwhile. If it were made a work of time, it might chance to get arrested at an early stage of development. BISMARCK may be asleep, and snoring very loud, and perhaps a prolonged noise of military preparation would not soon awaken him; but perhaps it might, and then what if he were to nip a magnificent project of glory and vengeance in the bud?

A Shrewd Observer.

MRS. MALAPROP, whose head is still full of the Tichborne case, is puzzled to think why some of the ground at the Brighton Review was "tattooed." The same worthy matron also wonders at the fuss that has been made in Holland about "the capture of Brill,"-a fish which, for her part, she thinks very inferior to turbot.