And so through all these changing years
With all their thousand changing faces,
Their failures, hopes, successes, fears,
In half a hundred different places,
JACK still has been the same to me,
As bright within my memory's fair book
As when we met in '43,
And smiled about that fallen prayer-book.
Ah well, the moments swiftly stream
Unheeded through the upturned hour-glass;
I've lived my life, and dreamed my dream,
And quaffed the sweet, as now the sour glass.
But old and spent my mind strays back
To pleasant paths fresh-strewn with roses,
And I would see my old friend JACK
Once more before the curtain closes.
* * * * *
ANNOUNCEMENT.--The Earl of LATHOM (who, being quite six feet or
more, cannot be described as Small and Earl-y) is to lay the
foundation-stone of "The Cross Deaf and Dumb School for N. and E.
Lancashire." Now the Deaf and Dumb are, as a rule, exceptionally
cheerful and good-tempered. It is quite right, therefore, that
exceptions to this rule should be treated in a separate establishment,
and that the "Cross Deaf and Dumb" ones should have a house to
themselves. _Prosit!_
* * * * *
A HIGHLY-POLISH'D PERFORMANCE.--HENRY IRVING as _Le Juif Polonais_ in
_The Bells._
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[Illustration: TUNING THE HARP.
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