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DUR CAPITAL LETTER, • 1 •'■' BY "ZINQQ." ITB. AUGUSTUS HARM ON THE BOAS TO HIS GOAL—VHICH FACT LJUDS UP 10 A FEW OBSEB.YATIONS ON LUCK—LAD? DLFSRLO AT DRURY-UN. PANTOMIJTE — MB. rJOYLY CABTE AND HIS WIRY TTTBATOH—RM-T.HTO IT. ING ANKITBSSAMBS—11B8. O'SBQtA—nOV THEY FIGHT IN KILXZVNY-THZ DEFEATED OF PARNBLL—XHB PBEBENT GENERATION LACK BRAINS BECAXJSX THEY TABOO JlIGII COLLARS AND STOCKS 1 The pantomime season is upon us again. At old Drury" Beauty and the Beast" holds the boards; at the Crystal Palace, Dick Whittington and hit Cat." Eaoh year we hear that Mr. Augustus Harris is to surpaci himself. When that will have an end, who can tell ? What a wonderful man himself must be! And a 11 Million of Money fills Oovent Garden, There must, surely, be some- thing in luok. Everything the fortunate 'Gus touches turns to gold. He aimed at social success, at municipal honours; both are his. I shall yet live to see the day when Mr. Harris has surpassed himself and rides in the Lord Mayor's ooach with the historic chain across his breast. The lease of the National Theatre will have lapsed by then, and another and statelier, equal to all modern reqnire- ments, will have risen on its ashes; it will have even obscured that palatial house of the play—Mr. D'Oyly Carte's magnificent struc- tare. • • • Talk of not believing in good and bad lack, it is absurd. Some are born under an unlucky star. Does not Zadkiel tell us top The unlucky are ruled by Saturn—that IIQb. of dead matter, eunless and ohaotio. It may, in the chances of Fate, be granted that you may pass out of his infiutnoe. If so, and time has not dealt too hardly with you, you may have an innings of good luck, but the chances are that the big blighting influence will dominate its victims to the bitter end. It is an eerie season. The witches begta to fly on the 31st of Ootober-the eve of All Saints' and they won't be in chains again until Twelfth flight has oome and gone. So now is the time to try your fate. Send in tke day and hour of your birth to ZadkieJ, and your horoscope will be cast by the prophet of times and seasons. You will be told what periods to avoid, what dangers lurk, and what of possible fortune is in store for you. < 1 knewa man,amiable,generons,and agtneral favourite—which rather carries a certain colourlessness of oharacter-wbo never had a stroke of luck in his life. He inherited fair enough fortune too late to enjoy it, and it brought with it pressure to pay debts which bad been allowed to die out, and which his inheritance oould not cover. He had almost every bone in his body broken out hunting, and he had run the gauntlet of diseases. Lastly, he had run up against a gate one dark night, and smashed all his good, strong front teeth. Soon after he was attacked in the fields by a vicious heifer, and tossed over a five-barred gate, suffering a concussion which kept him long a prisoner. He had owned some splendid racing and hunting stock, but after one initial triumph with a splendid steeplechase mare, the animal broke its back at a fence when within easy distance of the winning post. Soon after he was visiting some two-year-olds in a sheltered meadow. For one he had just refused three figures. It was the haymaking season, and the makers were at their dinners under hedgerows and on stacks of fragrant grass. He did not see his stock at first, hot suddenly came on them, three prone on the ground and a fourth motionless, standing. Among them lay some soythes glittering in "the suD, left there by the haymakers. The frolicsome young animals had seen the steel glancing in the hot, fervid sun, had pawed the scythes, and had injured themselves past repair. The standing one had severed its hoof and had to be shot, and only one of the three could be saved alive. This 1 was a lovely mare, antl, she w&s "kept for breeding, but afl, her progeny had a slight turn iA" of the hock, the joint of which the mare had injured. My friend gave up rearing horses after that misfortune. It's all my luck," he said, I won't pass it on to the animals." He had had several love affairs;'all had gone against him, and when I last saw him he was quite an old man, good-humoured and cheery -he always came up smiling—though over- whelmed in debt, a victim to dyspegjja and bronchitis. He never got out of the igflimnee of Saturn. And this bit of by-play a^Lalong of Mr. Augustus Harris. # The chief attraction of the pantomime is Lady Dunlo. Cracks often enhance the vale of a bit of Dresden. • LADY DUNLO is passing fair, full of magnetic charms, and a favourite with the world of the stags and 'Arries in particular. It must be a subject of intense mortification to the Clancarty family to see the name of its heir in the tall type of a theatrical poster. Mr. D'Oyly Carte's new theatre is certainly the finest of its brotherhood in London. I doubt whether a more perfect one exists any- where. It will seat nearly three thousand persona, and afford eaoh individual an equally good sight of the play. I sat me down on the topmost seat of the gallery, at the farthest corner, and I commanded the stage equally with the fore- most stalls. The exits are splendid, so wide, and all separate. The pit does not tumble into the dress circle at the doors, nor the gallery into the boxes. The house could be emptied very quickly on the alarm of fire. The cost is estimated at beyond .£70,000. The famous trio—D'Oyly Carte, Sullivan, and Gilbert—are on again, and when the proper time arrives will again work in unison and delight the world with their efforts. It w- i:.n.a nAviiur taoia to remain disiointed long. Bat Gilbert is gey ill to gat on wi' 1 The house 13 not yet earned, tratihat chosen I itos believed, is 1 I THE NATIONAL THEATRE. We have just been glorifying the dead Browning. Dead, did I say ? A poet never dies. To some it little matters whether he is in the flesh or out of the flesh it is his voice they know, seldom the man, and better so. Browning was disillusionising. The poet loved dining out at the tables of the great. He was particular and up-to-date in his toilet. He was not genial, and although he did not pose, or give himself airs," he was commonplace to all appearance, with rather the tone of a petit maitre. This may sound rank heresy, but it is the impression be made on me, and I have heard others say much the same. He had one thing not common to great lights --a son worthy of him—a painter of oele- brity, and a virtuoso, the gifted son of highly gifted parents, whose home is now in one of the most beautiful of Venetian palaces, Palazzo Messonico, standing on the Grand Canal. Under it the gondolas pass all the long summer days and nights, and when strangers are the freight the gondolier stops invariably and says, Here is where the great English poe, died." Browning, indeed, oaughfc hit death in the draughty palace, where he was visiting bis son, and there he died. A very differcn t genius has also had; his anniversary commemorated Dr. Samuel Johnson. In 1874 the ponderous lexioographer died, but his memory lives in a certain band of ardent admirers of his life and worka. They meet eaoh year in Fleet-street, so associated with the great dootor's name, and where he was iuvariably "shadowed" by Bosweli. This little club met this year at the Rainbow, in Fleet-street, and sapped in ortbodox atyle. I give an historic lady. Mc<s. O'-SHEA. The volcanic lady is at present in Paris. Enough has been said of and' about her. When she next becomes the prominent sub- jeot of newspaper columns &he will certainly be Mrs. Parnell. But what a feariillr rowdy affair it has been from first to last. My artist gives me a vivid sketch of A KILKENNY FKEE FIGHT, I I suppose a fight is always brutal. It arouseo the savage—which is only latent in us all. In the man, passion is dominant, and vision is through blood-red lens. But not even in Darkest Africa is fighting a greater science of brutality than it is in Ireland with the Irish. I once saw a faction fight. It was in a narrow street of Galway, and on market day. I took refuge in a quaint old Spanish courtyard, and fled up a broad oak balustraded staircase to a front wiadow to gaze with the fascination of terror on shillelaghs flying, stonea hailing, to hear yells, curses, whacks on hard substances -Irish skulls-then the howling of women, and, lastly, the charge of the mounted con- stabulary and all because the O'Hoolabys had met the O'Toolabys, and Pat O'Hoolaby had off with his coat and trailed it in the mud and dared Tim O'Toolaby to set a fut on it," which Tim av coorse," did, and then the fun began. There were half a dozen men of both factions carried off to the hospital, and an O'Hoolaby baby was killed, which death was added to the blood record held by that faction against the other. Two English clods will meet and mill out their difference, and whatever is left of them will shake hands afterwards and begin to forget the cause of quarrel right away—the fists had settled it, and all hsa been couare a mode of proceed- ing, and reasoning impossible to the Celtio nature. ♦ One must admire the pluck of Parnell, and the odds against him were terrible. II Go and stay, win the day." M.R. VINCENT SCULLY is Mr. Parnell's very good and faithful aide among the faithless, faithful only be. » ♦ Every now and then psychological faddists try their brains at some new feature in deciphering character, foretelling the future, and recalling the past. The hand now waives us aside, the eyes oannot give us an extra wink, the forehead another wrinkle the nose has been put out of joint by the mouth, which now is shut up by the chin. An ingenious observer gave an artiole lately in an illustrated evening paper, in which be delineated backs as suggestive of character, and some time ago a lengthy correspondence occupied sundry journals on the typical sizes of heads. £ Now a Parisian savant lays the ignorance of the present generation to our shirt collars. Our fathers wore them high and stiff with a hard neckerohiaf bound round them, so keeping the head erect and straight in a good position for intellectual development, while the literati and politicians of the present age, especially in France, affect a large loose low collar, with a flowing scarf merely meant for show. The neok-dress allows theihead to lean forward, or to wobble about in a brain weakening manner, and so the decadence of a latter-day generation is explained I What about the high heels of fashion, the exposed ears and neck, in fact, what about all crazes of fasbion followed out in persistence P