Volume 93 — Albert Hall Concert, Wed., Nov. 16.
Reading edition
With Patti, and Santley, and Lloyd, The attraction was great, and it drew An audience muchly annoyed By a fog they could scarcely see through. "Big House"—it was choke-full ... of fog, Which kept a good many away. Too bad, for a "dead-head" is Fog,— Comes in free. Mister Fog doesn't pay.
A Confessor's Costume.—Under a system of prison discipline admitting of no distinction of prisoners, Mr. W. O'Brien, confined in Tullamore Gaol, complains that he has been deprived of the clothes which he prefers to the prison uniform. Some sympathy is due to a misguided gentleman divested of decent habiliments; but the grievance which he has injudiciously brought upon himself is one for which he will sooner or later, at least if he pleases, be enabled to obtain redress.