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THE TRIUMPH OF BLACK AND WHITE. SHE is not fair to outward view Not only learning's pure serene AFTBR all, the best of KEENE's life-work is to be found in the innu. As many maidens be ; Her soaring mind can charm;

merable cuts which he contributed to Punch during a period of nearly forty (And into such a rage she flew The tradesman, shrinking from a years, and still more in the originals of these, the masterly, pen-and-ink On learning this from me :) Regards her with alarm, [scene, drawings

which are now for the first time shown in a collected form to the And yet she's lovely, nay divine, And many a 'bus conductor owns Public." Judged by her own peculiar line. The pow'r of her metallic tones. So says Mr. CLAUDE PHILLIPS, in his “Prefatory Note," to the She's deeply read. She knows as Contentiously content, she takes

“Catalogue of a Collection of Drawings of the late CHABLES KEENE,much Her strident way through life,

now on view at the Rooms of the Fine Arts Society, 148, New Bond As average sixth-form boys; And goodness only knows what Street. But not the greatest sage could makes

If the British Public possess that “taste for Art” and that touch Her choose to be my wife.

sense of humour” which some claim for and others deny to it, it The high, aggressive joys [prey, Courage, poor heart! Thy yearn- New Bond Street, where hang some hundreds of specimens of the

(the B. P.) will throng the comfortable and well-lighted Gallery in That imp her wing, like bird of When in my dates I go astray. She's not a girl with whom to trifle. later work of the most unaffected humorist, and most masterly

“Black-and-White" artist of his time. Walk up, Ladies and Gentlemen, and see—such miracles of delineation, such witcheries of

effect, as were never before put on paper by simple pen-and-ink! KENSINGTON CORRESPONDENCE.

It is difficult to realise sometimes that it is pen and ink, and that

only-all the delightful display of fresh English landscape and INSTEAD of the Sub-Kensington Gardens Railway scheme as unsophisticated British humanity, teeming with effects of distance, proposed, why not a Sub-Serpentine Line ? Start it from the South hints of atmosphere, and suggestions of colour. Many a much

Kensington Sta- belauded brush is but a fumbling and ineffective tool, compared
tion, District with the ink-charged crowquill handled by CHARLES KEENE. Look
cum - Metropoli- at“ Grandiloquence !(No. 220.). There's composition ! There's
tan system, run effect! Stretch of sea, schooner, Pat's petty craft, grandiloquent
it with one station Pat himself, a nautical Colossus astride on his own cock-boat, with
well-under- stable 'sea-legs firmly dispread, the swirl of the sea, the swish of
ground in the the waves, the very whiff of the wind so vividly suggested 1-and all
middle of Exhi- in some few square inches of "Black-and-White !"
bition Road, Look, again, at the breadth of treatment, the power of humorous
whence an easy

characterisation, the strong charm of technique, the colour, the action,
ascent to the Im- the marvellous ease and accuracy of street perspective in No. 16
perial Exhibition !" The Penny Toy!"). Action ?' Why, you can see the old lady
when passengers jump, let alone the frog! Fix your eye on the frightened dame's
would come ap foot, and you 'll swear it jerks in time to the leap of the “horrid
to "carp the vital reptile."
airs,” then right Or at that vivid bit of London “hoarding," and London low

a way a gain, life, and London street-distance in " Andicapped !(No. 25.) Good branching off left and rigặt, thus bringing the mild southerners as is the "gaol-bird,” is not the wonderfully real “hoarding" into rapid, easy communication, at all reasonable hours, and almost better? at reasonable prices, with the rugged denizens of the Northern Who now can draw-or, for that matter, paint such a shopkeeper, districts, East and West. If Kensington Gardens are to be touched such a shop, such a child customer as those in All Alive!" at all-and, not being sacred groves, there is no reason why they No. 41), where the Little Girl 8-tip-toe with a wedge of cheap should not be, faute de mieur-a transverse tuonelling from Ken- Cheddar" at the counter, comes down upon him of the apron with sington High Street to Queen's Road would do the trick. We will the crusher, "Oh, mother's sent back this piece o' cheese, 'cause be happy to render any assistance in our power, and are, – Yours father says if he wants any bait when he's goin' a fishin', he can dig truly, WILL HONEYCOMB, MOLE, FERRET & Co., 'em up in our garden 1 "

(Burrow-Knights.) Are you a fisherman, reader ? Then will you feel your angling II.

as well as your artistic heart warmed by No. 75 (" The Old Adam") O SIR,

Pleese don't let us ave no nasty railwaies and tunels in and No. 6 (** Wet and Dry"), the former especially! What water, Kinsinton Gardins, were we now are so skludid, and the childern what Sootoh boys, what a "prencipled" (but piscatorial) “Meecan play about, an no danger from nothink sep, dogs, wich is mosley Snatch the rod from SANDY MCDOUGAL's hand, and land that “fush”

nister”! Don't you feel your elbow twitch? Don't you want to musseled, or led with a string, an we ain't trubbled about them, an can ave a word to say to a frend, or a cuzzin, you unnerstan, unner yourself, Sawbath or no Sawbath ? the treeses, so nice an quite, wich it wold not be wen disterbd by

But, bless us, one wants to describe, and praise, and purchase ingins, an smoke, skreeges, an steem-wizzels. 0, Mr. P., don't let them all! A KEENE drawing, almost any KEENE drawing, is um do it. Yours obeegentlee, SÁRA JANE,

"a thing of beauty and a joy for ever” to everyone who has an eye (Unner Nursrymade.)

for admirable art and adorable drollery, And good as is the fun

of these drawings, the graphic force, and breadth, and delicacy, and SIR, -The Railway underneath Kensington Gardens won't be freshness, and buoyancy, and breeziness, and masterly ease, and noticed if only taken down deep enough below the surface. No miraculous open-airiness, and general delightfulness of them, are blow-holes, of course. No disfigurement. Take it under the centre yet more marked and marvellous. Time would fail to tell a tithe path, where there are no trees, then turn to the left outside the gate might, but fate forbid it should be, unless a sort of artistic


of their merits. An essay might be penned on any one of them, and burrow away to 8. Kensington Station. I can then get acroes LAMB'could take the task in hand. 'Better far go again to New Bond the park in three minutes for a penny; and now. I have to walk, Street and pass another happy honr or two with the ruddy rustics for which I haven't the time, or take a cab, for which I haven't the and cute cockneys, the Scotch elders and Anglican curates, the money. Yours, A PRACTICAL PAUPER.

stodgy Old Gents" and broad-backed, bunchy middle-class IV.

matrons, the paunchy port-swigging-buffers, and hungry, but alert SIR, -I take this opportunity of pointing out that if anything at street-boys, the stertorous cabbies, and chatty' hus-drivers, the all is to be done with Kensington Gardens, why not make a real "festive" diners-out and wary waiters, the Volunteers and good Rotten Row there ! . That would be a blessing and a con- vauriens, the Artists and 'Arries, the policemen and sportsmen, venience. We're all so sick and tired of that squirrel-in-a-cage amidst the incomparable street scenes, and the equally inimitable ride, round and round Hyde Park, and that half-and-half affair in lanes, coppices, turnip-fields and stubbles, green glades and snowSt James's Park. No, sir; pow's the time, and now's the hour. bound country roads of wonderful, ever-delightful, and—for bis com. There's plenty of space for all equestrian wants, without interfering rades and the Public alike-all-too-soon-departed CHABLES KEENE! with the sylvan delights of nurserymaids, children, lovers of nature, Nothing really worthy of his astonishing life-work, of even that and all sorts of lovers too. For my part, if this is not put forward as part of it exhibited here, could be written within brief compass, an alternative scheme, I shall vote for tunnelling under the Gardens even by the most appreciative, admiring, and art-loving of his out of simple cussedness. If the reply, authoritatively given, be sorrowing friends or colleagues. Let the British Public go to New that the two schemes can go and must go together, then I will vote Bond Street, and see for itself, in the very hand-work of this great for both, only let's have the equestrian arrangement first.

artist, what he made manifest during so many years in the pages of Yours, JOLTIN TROTT,

Punch, namely, the supreme triumph of "Black-and-White" in Mount, Street, W. Captain 1st Lights and Liver Brigade. the achievements of its greatest master.

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Linley THE Frogs, who lived a free and easy life And she insisted that our modern Frogs But in the fulness of the time, there oame (As in the ancient fable)

Should have a King-the woodenest of King A would-be monarch-Legion his fit name; Though not quite clear from internecine strife, Logs.

A Plebs-appointed Autocrat, Stork-throated, Fancied they were well able

At first this terrified our Frogs exceedingly, Goggle-eyed, Paul-Pry-coated; To do without a King. Batrachian wisdom And, sometimes passionately, sometimes A poking, peering, pompous, petty creature, Disdains the rule of fogeydom and quizdom,


A Bumble-King, with beak for its chief And Frogs as soon would take to bibs and They grumbled and protested;

This new King Stork,

[feature. corals,

But finding soon how placidly Log rested With a fierce, fussy appetite for work ; As ask a " King who might inspect their Prone in the pool with mighty little motion, Not satisfied with fixing like a vice morals”

Of danger they abandoned the wild notion, Authority on Town and Country Mice, From Jupiter. Then 'twas Juventus Mundi ; Finding it easy for a Frog to jog

Tried to extend his sway to pools and bogs, The true King-maker now is-Mrs. GRUNDY, On with a kind King Log.

And rule the Frogs!

But modern Frogdom, which had champions

Had read old Æsop's fable, [able, And of King Stork's appearance far from

amorous, Croaked forth a chorus clamorous Of resonant rebellion. These, upreared On angry legs, waved arms that nothing

feared; King Log defending. Great CRAUGASIDES, Among batrachian heroes first with ease, With ventriloquial vehemence defied The long-beaked base usurper. At his side His fond companion, PHYSIGNATHUS 'swelled Cheeks humorously defiant;

The ruddy giant CRAMBOPHAGUS, as tall as is a Tree, Flouted King Stork with gestures fierce and

free, Sleek CALAMINTHIUS, aper deft of eld, Against the foe a pungent dart impelled ;

HYDBOCHARIS too, (Most Terryble to view), [brave Fared to the front, whilst smaller, yet as Tiny batrachian brethren, dusk of hue, PRASSOPHAGUS, PRASSæus, staunch and true,

Webbed hands did wildly wave With the frog-host against the beaky bird“ H6 be our King ?” they loudly cried.

“ Absurd ! “Not Mercury, nor Jupiter we beg For a devouring despot, lank of leg, Of prying eye, and frog-transfixing beak;

Though singly we seem weak, United we are strong to smite or scoff. Off, would-be tyrant, off !!!”


CHURCH AND STAGE.—Let no rabid Churchmen, of any school of thought, ever again take exception to the irreligious charaoter of playhouse entertainments. Let them read the advertisement of the Lyceum Theatre in The Times for March 13:

-During Holy Week this theatre will be closed, re-opening on Saturday, March 28, with the Bells, which will also be played on Easter Monday night.” Could any arrangement be more thoroughly in harmony with general ecclesiastical practice? Any liturgical student knows that the bells are played once on Holy Saturday, and that they

should be played on Easter Monday is a matter of course.


(10 to 1 Nobody turns up.)

TRACKS FOR THE TIMES. (A Magistrate has just decided that the Police have a right to interfere with the growing practice of using the public roads of the Metropolis at nighttime as running-grounds for athletes.) I COME from baunts of smoke and grime,

I start in some blind alley,
And race each night against Old Time

I dodge past frightened City gents,

And sometimes send them flying,
Which makes them cherish sentiments

Not wholly edifying.
I wind about, and in and out,

Along the crowded pavement,
While here and there the mockers flout

My costume and behavement.
I slip, I slide, I flash, I flee

Amid the teeming traffic,
And drivers often use to me

Idioms extremely graphic.
I marmar when a Lawyer's view

Absurdly tries to hinder
My turning public roads into

A private path of cinder.
Yet still to “spart," agile, alert,

Shall be my one endeavour ;
For Cits may stare, and Jebus swear,

But I run on for ever!

A DIARY OF DOVER. March, 1891.–Fearful storm in the Channel, when the Victoria is all but lost. Proposals in all the newspapers for the immediate commencement of an adequate harbour.

April, 1892.- Hurricane in the Channel, when seventeen ships are lost, and the Club Train Boat (without passengers) is carried, high and dry, as far as Amiens, by the force of the weather. Renewed suggestions for the immediate building of an adequate harbour.

May, 1893.-Cyclone in the Channel, in which the British Fleet disappears. The newspapers once more urge the immediate commencement of the proposed adequate harbour.

June, 1894. - Disaster in the Channel. Every single vessel swamped, owing to the terrifio weather. Again the Press invites commencement of an adequate harbour,

July, 1895.- Members of both Houses of Parliament, invited to take part in a State function at Calais, having been put to considerable inconvenience, immediate orders are given for the prompt commencement of the much-needed adequate harbour at Dover.

August, 19-.- Proposed adequate harbour having employed the hands, night and day, of thousands of workmen, at enormous expense (owing to urgent pressure), is at length opened to the public, amidst universal rejoicing.

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I don't want any supper. (He lights a candle, and goes out ; preMR. PUNCH'S POCKET IBSEN.

sently his footsteps are heard overhead, as he undresses. REBECCA (Condensed and Revised Version by Mr. P.'s Own Harmless Ibsen ile.) pulls a bell-rope,

Reb. (to Madam HELSETH, who enters with dishes.) No, Mr. No. I.-ROSMERSHÖLM.

ROSMER will not have supper to-night. (In a lighter tone.) Perhaps Аст І.

he is afraid of the nightmare. There are so many sorts of White

Horses in this world! Sitting-room at Rosmershölm, with a stove, flower-stand, windows, Mad. H. (shaking). Lord I lord I that Miss WEST-the things she

ancient and modern ancestors, doors, and everything handsome does say! [REB. goes out through door, knitting antimacassar about it. REBECCA WEST is sitting knitting a large antimacassar thoughtfully, as Curtain falls. which is nearly finished. Now and then she looks out of a

ACT II. window, and smiles and nods expectantly to someone outside. Madam HELSETH is laying the table for supper.

ROEMER's study. Doors and windows, bookshelves, a writing-table. Rebecca (folding up her work slowly). But tell me precisely,

Door, with curtain, leading to RoSMER's bedroom. ROSMER diswhat about this White Horse ?

[Smiling quietly.

covered in a smoking-jacket cutting a pamphlet with a paperMadam Helseth. Lord forgive yon, Miss !-(fetching cruet-stand, knife. There is a knock at the door. ROSMER says,

.- Come

in." and placing it on table)—but you're making fun of me!

REBECCA enters in a morning wrapper and curl-papers. Rebecca (gravely). No, indeed. Nobody makes fun at Rosmers

She sits on a chair close to ROSMER, and looks over his shoulder hölm. Mr. ROSMER would not understand it. (Shutting window.)

as he cuts the leaves. Rector KROLL is shown up. Ah, here is Rector KROLL. (Opening, door.) You will stay to Kroll (lays his hat on the table and looks at REB. from head to supper, will you not, Rector, and I will tell them to give us some foot). I am really afraid that I am in the way. little extra dish.

Reb. (surprised). Because I am in my morning wrapper and Kroll (hanging up his hat in the hall). Many thanks. . (Wipes

curl-papers? You forget that I am his boots.) May I come in ? (Comes in, puts dowon his stick, sit down, and

emancipated, Rector KBOLL. looks about him) And how do you and ROSMER get on together, eh?

[She leaves them and listens behind Reb. Ever since your sister, BEATA,. went mad and jumped into the mill

curtain in ROSMER's bedroom. race, we have been as happy as two little birds together. (After a pause,

Rosmer. Yes, Miss WEST and I have sitting down in arm-chair.) So you don't really mind my living here ali

worked our way forward in faithful alone with ROSMER? We were afraid

comradeship. you might, perhaps.

Kroll (shakes his head at him Kroli . Why, how on earth-on the

slowly). So I perceive. Miss WEST is contrary, I shouldn't object at all if

naturally inclined to be forward. But, you (looks at her meaningly)- h’m!

I say, really you know- However, Reb. (interrupting, gravely). For

I came to tell you that poor BEATA was shame, Rector; how can you make

not so mad as she looked, though such jokes !

flowers did bewilder her so. (Taking Kroll (as if surprised). Jokes ? We

off his gloves meaningly.) She jumped do not joke in these parts—but here is

into the mill-race because she had an ROSMER.

idea that you ought to marry Miss WEST! [Enter RoSMER, gently and softly.

Rosmer (jumps half up from his Rosmer. So, my dear old friend, you

chair). I? Marry-Miss WEST! my have come again, after a year's absence.

good gracious, KROLL! I don't under(Sits doron.) We almost thought

stand, it is most incomprehensible. that

(Looks fixedly before him.) How can Kroll (nods). So Miss WEST was

people- (looks at him for a moment, gaying—but you are quite mistaken.

ihen rises.) Will you get out ? (Still I merely thought I might remind you,

quiet and self-restrained.) But first if I came, of our poor Beata's snicide,

tell me why you never mentioned this 50 I kept away. We Norwegians are

before ? not without our simple tact.

Kroll. Why? Because I thought Rosmer. It was considerate - but

you were both orthodox, which made unnecessary, REB-I mean, Miss

all the difference. Now I know that WEST and I often allude to the inci

you side with LAURITS and Hida, and dent, do we not ?

mean to make the democracy into Reb. (strikes Tändstickor). Oh, yes,

noblemen, and accordingly I intend to indeed. (Lighting lamp.) Whenever

“ Taking off his gloves meaningly."

make it hot for you in my paper. we feel a little more cheerful than usual.

Good morning! [He slams the door with spite as REBECCA enters Kroll. You dear good people! (Wanders up the room.). I came from bed-room. because the Spirit of Revolt has crept into my School. A Secret Rosmer (as if surprised). You-in my bedroom! You have been Society bas existed for weeks in the Lower Third I To-day it has listening, dear? But you are so emancipated. Ab, well! so our come to my knowledge that a booby-trap was prepared for me by pure and beautiful friendship has been misinterpreted, bespattered ! the band of my own son, LAURITS, and I then discovered that a Just because you wear a morning wrapper, and have lived here alone hair has been inserted in my cane by my daughter HILDA! The for a year, people with coarse souls and ignoble eyes make unpleasant only way in which a right-minded schoolmaster can combat this remarks!' But what really did drive Beata mad? Why did she anarchio and subversive spirit is to start a newspaper, and I thought jump into the mill-race ? I'm sure we did everything we could to that you, as a weak, credulous, inexperienced and impressionable spare her! I made it the business of my life to keep her in ignorance kind of man, were the very person to be the Editor.

of all our interests- didn't I, now? [REB. laughs softly, as if to herself. ROSMER jumps up and sits Reb. Yon did—but why brood over it? What does it matter? doron again.

Get on with your great, beautiful taek, dear, (approaching him Reb, (with a look at Rosmer). Tell him now !

cautiously from behind), winning over minds and wills, and creating Rosmer (returning the look). I can't-some other evening. Well

, noblemen, you know-joyful noblemen! perhaps (To KROLL) I can't be your Editor-because (in a lovo Rosmer (walking about, restlessly, as if in thought). Yes, I know. voice) I-I am on the side of LAURITS and HILDA !

I have never laughed in the whole course of my lifo-we ROSMERS Kroll (looks from one to the other, gloomily). H'm !

don't-and so I felt that spreading gladness and light, and making Rosmer. Yes. Since we last met, I have changed my views. I the democracy joyful, was properly my mission. But now-I feel am going to create a new democracy, and awaken it to its true task too upset to go on, REBECCA, unless- (Shakes his head heavily.) of making all tho people of this country noblemen, by freeing their Yes, an idea has just occurred to me-(looks at her, and then runs wills, and purifying their minds !

his hands through his hair)-oh, my goodness, no- I can't. Kroll. What do you mean? [Takes up his hat.

[He leans his elbows on table. Rosmer (bowing his head). I don't quite know, my dear friend ; it Reb. Be a free man to the full, ROSMER-tell me your idea. was REB— I should say, Miss WEST's scheme.

Rosmer (gloomily). I don't know what you 'll say to it. It's this, Kroll. H'm!, (4 suspicion appears in his face.) Now I begin to Our platonic comradeship

was all very well while I was peareful and believe that what BEATA said about schemes- -no matter. But, bappy. Now that I'm bothered and badgered, I feel-why, I can't under the circumstances, I will not stay to supper.

exactly explain, but I do feel that I must oppose a new and living [Takes up his stick, and walks out. reality to the gnawing memories of the past. I should, perhaps, Rosmer. I told you he would be annoyed. I shall go to bed now. explain that this is equivalent to an Ibsenian proposal.

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