me the honour of an interview afterwards. I congratulated him, and
suggested that so realistic a battle must have been long and carefully
rehearsed. "Rehearsals!" he laughed; "not a bit of it. We just lace
into one another's heads as hard as we can lick." For the benefit
of Mr. D'OYLY CARTE and other fighting managers I have given these
admirable words as they were spoken.

I had almost forgotten the ladies. There were three, Miss FFYTCHE,
Mrs. CHARLES SIM, and Miss DOWSON, and they were all good--especially
Mrs. SIM as _Constance_.

And so farewell, for the present, to the O.U.D.S. and to Oxford. I may
mention, by the way, that hospitality is as extensive and port wine
as abundant as ever in the neighbourhood of the High. _Experto crede._
Yours to a turn, A VAGRANT.

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A SOUTH-AFRICAN SENTIMENT.

(_SEE PAPERS PASSIM._)

The Colossus of Rhodes as a marvel they toss us;
To which we retort, _our_ RHODES _is_ a Colossus!

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A READY-MADE MILITARY CHAPLAIN.--"The Rev. the Dean of Battle."
Evidently of the Church militant.