FU N.


 WHAT A HERO IS SUBJECT TO.

News Boy:-" Hr, You SIR! DID YOU 6ET ANY SKATIN' LAST WEEK (Imlmense delight of Ancient 3ariner.)


 THE LOVE CHASE.
 (As PLAYED AT THE HAYMARKET, BOTH IN KNOWLES AND CORNERS.)
 DEAR FULN,-Tho other evening I was at the Haymarket Theatre,
doomed, in expiation of some sin I had committed, to witness a per-
formance of the Love Chase. Seated in a favourable position in the
second row of the dress circle, I became the unintentional confidant
of a little love affair that was agitating a group of three in the front.
An ardent young gentleman, vibrating between beauty and deafness,
was placed between a pretty girl, apparently soft of heart, and an
aged aunt, evidently hard of hearing. His head, during the whole of
the five acts of Mi. SIERIDIN KNOWLES'S play, was turning from side
to side like a pendulum, and the very audible manner in which he
flung out his remarks, right and left, enabled me to pencil down on
the back of the playbill a report of this pursuit of love-making under
difficulties. I must remind you that the lines in parentheses were
those addressed to the aunt, whilst the others were fervently whis-
pered in the ear of the young lady, but in such a key that they also
reached the auricular appendages of
 Your faithful correspondent, B. IN A Box.

 Do I love thee ? Canst thou doubt it?
 I would make thy bliss secure-
 (Take my glass, ma'am; you without it
 Cannot see so well, I'm sure.)
 Looking once I loved for ever,
 Time but only more endears-
 (CHIPPENDALE. He's very clever.
 On the stage for many years.)
 Life itself hangs on your answer,
 Every word to me is gold-
 (CHARLES LECLERCQ, a clever dancer,
 Answers very well, I'm told.)


Such a bride I've long been seeking,
 Say at last my hopes you'll crown-
 (Yes, that's MIs. WILKINS speaking,
 With her ROGERS in the brown.)
 Say I'm not, since first I knew you,
 Quite indifferent at least-
 (Like an opera better ? Do you?
 Standard. Oh! that's in the east.)
 Never did a fervent lover,
 Such an ardent flame control-
 (Not so good as Mas. GLOVER.
 BUCKSTONE, ah! he's very droll.)
 Life without thee would be clouded
 With a dull and dreary sky-
 (Think the pit is getting crowded!
 'Twill be fuller by-and-by.)
 Would my words were like the poet's,
 Then their eloquence would win-
 (Gallery falling! Bless me! No, it's
 Only half-price tumbling in.)
 Tell me whilst your aunt is gazing,
 That my heart is ever thine-
 (Very fall to-night. Amazing!)
 Tell me you are only mine.
Yes! Oh, rapture! (Glad that you did.)
 Transport! round my head is spinning-
(Yes, the Love Chase HAS concluded,
 And the pantomime's beginning.)


 A QUESTION FOR THE MUSICAL WORLD."-Why is a particular kind
of voice like a sham fight ?-Because it's a falsetto. (False set-to!)
 WHATEVER may be thought of American thunder, it muss be allowed
 they have made some terrible bolts over there.


London: Printed and Publiised (for the Proprietors) by CHARLES WIIYTE, at the OHi", 80, Fleet Street, E.C.-Saturday, February 1, 18G2.


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