UPON JULIA’S COAT.

(AFTER HERRICK.)

[Illustration:  LENTEN FASHION.

Sack-Coat, nearest approach to Sackcloth, for Lent.]

  Whenas my JULIA wears a sack,
  That hides the outline of her back,
  I cry, in sore distress, “Alack!”
  She showed a dainty waist when dressed
  In jacket; true, the size confessed
  That whalebone had its shape compressed. 
  Still was her form sweet as her face,
  But now what change has taken place! 
  This “sack coat” hides all maiden grace. 
  Although men’s clothes are always vile,
  The coat, the trousers and the “tile”! 
  Some sense still lingers in each style. 
  But women’s garments should be fair,
  All graceful, gay and debonair. 
  And if they lack good sense, why care? 
  O JULIA, cease to wear a sack,
  A garb all artists should attack,
  In which both sense and beauty lack!

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DRINKS AND DRAMAS.

    ("HENRY THE EIGHTH is a Soda-water Play.”—­Mr. Irving’s
    Evidence before the Committee.)

Mr. Irving has now completed his list of refreshments suited to performances.  They can be obtained, like Mr. GOSCHEN’s reserve of shillings, “on application,” which does not mean gratis.

Macbeth.—­Very fine old Scotch.

Hamlet.—­Bitters.

Romeo and Juliet.—­Rum and Milk.

Othello.—­Dublin Stout.

Merchant of Venice.—­Port(1 A.).

Charles the First.—­Bottled Ale (with a fine head).

The Cup.—­Tea.

Faust.—­Ginger Brandy.

Much Ado About Nothing.—­Benedictine.

Corsican Brothers.—­Half-and-half.

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A BERLIN CITIZEN’S DIARY.

(TRANSLATED BY OUR FIRST STANDARD BOARD SCHOLAR.)

["It is stated that the soldier who, on Friday last, fired at and killed a man who threatened him while on sentry duty before the barracks in the Wrangel-strasse, Berlin, has been promoted to the rank of corporal, for what is described as his correct conduct on the occasion.  The passerby, who was wounded at the same time, still lies in a precarious condition.”—­St. James’s Gazette, April 6.]

April 1.—­I go walking near barracks; see man looking quietly at building.  Suddenly fires the sentry with his long distance rifle, so that the straight onward through the harmless onlooker’s heart and through my never sufficiently to be regretted right arm passing bullet in the remote distance a child kills.  Long live our good Emperor and his glorious army!  Carried home insensible.

June 1.—­At last am I from arm-amputation recovered and walk again out.  The sentry was for his on the first April quite courageous act to be Sergeant promoted.  Here comes a Sergeant!  He is it!  Look curiously at him whereupon he me in the leg shoots.  Long live our Emperor!  Again carried home.