--Saturday, January 31.--First night of SULLIVAN's
_Ivanhoe_ in D'OYLEY CARTE's new Theatre. Full inside, all right.
Sir ARTHUR's success. We congratulate him Arthurly, CARTE called
before horse,--should say before Curtain, but t'other came so
naturally,--looked pale,--quite _carte blanche_; but, like SULLIVAN's
music, composed. Could get a CARTE, but no cab. Gallant gentlemen and
delicate ladies braving rain and slosh. More in our next, but for the
present ... (_Paroxysm of sneezing_).
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[Illustration: ANNALS OF A QUIET NEIGHBOURHOOD. AN ICE PICTURE.
_Fair Damsel_. "WHAT A LOT OF HOLIDAYS YOU SEEM TO GET, MR. MINIVER!"
_Pet Curate_. "WELL, YES. I KEEP A RECTOR, YOU KNOW."]
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WHAT DO _YOU_ THINK?
(_A Song of the Session, as sung by that Eminent and Evergreen
Lion Comique_, "JOLLY GLAD" _at the St. Stephen's Hall of
Varieties, Westminster_.)
JOLLY GLAD, _sings_:--
With a flower in my coat,
With a keen eye for a vote,
And a sense the things to note,
Buff and Blue think,
With fond millions to admire,
A last triumph to desire,--
Am I going to _Retire_?--
What do _you_ think?
Oh, I know the quidnuncs vapour,
And that _Tadpole_, yes, and _Taper_,
Tell in many a twaddling paper,
What the few think;
But _they_ cater for the classes,
Whilst _I'm_ champion of the masses,
Fly before such braying asses?--
What do _you_ think?
Wish is father to their thought,
Their wild hope with fear is fraught.
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