Volume 93 — Very Like a Wales.

The zeal of the Actor who blacked himself all over to play Othello, is at last outdone—by Mr. Gladstone, who, it is stated, is learning the Welsh language, under the tuition of Mr. Richard, M.P., in order to deliver his speech at the forthcoming Eisteddfod in Taffy's own tongue. "Not for Cadwallader and all his goats," as Pistol says, would an ordinary politician go through such an ordeal for such an end. "Gallant Little Wales" will, however, no doubt be duly grateful, and, by lending its support to her adroit flatterer, enable him to say, with Gower, to the opponents of Home-Rule, "Henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition."

UN DUEL DE CAFÉ-CONCERT.

MM. Boxe et Coxe.

M. le Général Boxe. "Savez-vous vous Battre?"

M. Coxe (homme d'état). "Non!"

M. le Général Boxe. "Eh bien, alors! Allons-y-donc!"

(Translation.—"Can you fight?" "No!" "Then come on!")