After this we come to the Gardens of the Palace Taurida, when Fedor is at length arrested and carted off to Siberia, an excellent picture of which is given in the last Act.  Those who really know Russian Society-will not be surprised to find that the Chief of the Police (promoted to a new position and a fur-trimmed coat), and the principal characters of the drama have also found their way to the Military Outpost on the borders of the dreaded region.  I say dreaded, but should have added, without cause.  M. BUCHANANOFF shows us a very pleasant picture.  The prisoners seem to have very little to do save to preserve the life of the Governor, and to talk heroics about liberty and other kindred subjects. Prince Zosimoff attempts, for the fourth or fifth time, to make Anna his own—­he calls the pursuit “a caprice,” and it is indeed a strange one—­and is, in the nick of time, arrested, by order of the CZAR.  After this pleasing and natural little incident, everyone prepares to go back to St. Petersburg, with the solitary exception of the Prince, who is ordered off to the Mines.  No doubt the Emperor of RUSSIA had used the tooth-powder, and, finding it distasteful to him, had taken speedy vengeance upon its presumed inventor.

I have but one fault to find with the representation.  The play is capital, the scenery excellent, and the acting beyond all praise.  But I am not quite sure about the title.  M. BUCHANANOFF calls his play “The Sixth Commandment”—­he would have been, in my opinion, nearer the mark, had he brought it into closer association with the Ninth!

Believe me, dear Mr. Punch,

Yours, respectfully,

RUSS IN URBE.

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IN OUR GARDEN.

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“Suppose, TOBY dear boy,” said the Member for Sark, “we start a garden, and work in it ourselves.  TEMPLE did it, you know, when he was tired of affairs of State.”

“Sir RICHARD?” I asked, never remembering to have seen the Member for Evesham in the company of a rake.

“No; CHARLES THE SECOND’s Minister, who went down to Sheen two centuries before the Orleanist Princes, and grew roses.  Of course I don’t mean to be there much in the Session.  The thing is to have something during Recess to gently engage the mind and fully occupy the body.”

This conversation took place towards the end of last Session but one.  By odd coincidence I had met the Member for Sark as I was coming from OLD MORALITY’s room, where I had been quietly dining with him, JACKSON and AKERS-DOUGLAS made up party of four.  It was second week of August; everybody tired to death.  OLD MORALITY asked me to look in and join them about eight o’clock.  Knocked at door; no answer; curious scurrying going round; somebody running and jumping; heard OLD MORALITY’s voice, in gleeful notes, “Now then, DOUGLAS, tuck in your tuppenny!  Here you are, JACKSON! keep the mill a goin’!”