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OUR LONDON CORRESPONDENT I

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OUR LONDON CORRESPONDENT I LONDON, MONDAY. ) Are the murderers of Lord Frederick Cavendish and Mr Burke in custody ? That was the question which on Sunday everybody asked himself who had read the report of the Crown informer's evi- dence in the Observer, a question which was re- peated over and over again on the following day. Tainted though the testimony of an informer necessarily i?, one cannot forbear a strong im- pression that in the evidence of the man who was examined on Saturday, there was a consecutive- Bess which pointed to one conclusion, and one Conclusion only, namely, that there is in existence in Dublin a Society whose object is assassination. It is somewhat reassuring to find that the Dablin police have never been for a moment thrown off the scent since the occurrence of the tragedy in Phcenix Park. If what the man stated was true, Mr Trevelyan has escaped assassination by a miraole. Even if it were quite fair to the accused, it would be premature to anticipate the result of the examination. There are more Crown wit- nesses to be heard. One thing we may depend Upon, and that is that "the Society is scotched, if not killed. The authorities are closing in on the conspiracy. The battle is not over yet. There will be more arrests; and we can see plainly how it must end. Since the news of Tel-el-kebir I have heard nothing that has startled and at the nine time gratified London more than this report of Saturday's hearing of the Dublin conspiracy oase. His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales has signified his intention of being present at the Savage Club on the occasion of Mr Melton Prior's lecture to the members on his experience as a War Correspondent, with Pen and Pencil, in the East. A question—a burning one—has arisen fas to how to accommodate those members who desire to be present when the Royal Savage" makes his appearance for the second time at the rooms of the Club in the Savoy. It is clearly impossible to find every member a seat, or even standing room, and what is to be done ? The suggestion is to ballot for places, which idea is scouted by old members of the Club, who con- eider that by right of seniority they ought to be present. Then there is the question of enter- tainers. Who is to be chosen for the honorable position of reeiters and singers and players before H.R.H. ? There be Savages, I am told, who only attend the Club on occasions of this descrip- tion, and then merely, for the purpose of "show. ing themselves off." This is an unfriendly—an unlovely thing to say; but it may be true. While on the subject of Clubs I may mention that, owing to Mr Bradlaugh requiring the whole of his premises in Fleet Street for the business of the Freethought Publishing Company, the Press Club will have to find quarters elsewhere. At present they occupy the upper portion of the house and Mr Bradlaugh the lower. Inas- much as it is absolutely necessary that the Club should be located in Fleet Street, it may be some considerable time ere the Club find a new home. Accommodation of the required description is scarce in Fleet Street. The front of a Cathedral is not the best plaoe for a statue. That of Queen Anne in front of St. Paul's was no more prepossessing in appear- ance than fortunate in situation. "Glorious Anna" was plain enough, and the sculptor did not flatter her: indeed, he was so careful to give the effigy no advantage over the original that he designed a monument of almost unadulterated ugliness. Since its mutilation by the almost excusable freak of a madman it has presented the most hideous piece of statuary—though it is a bold thing to say it—in all London. It is odd that the Corporation should not know that this broken image is their owa property in common with all other statues in the City. Now that they have found out that it really belongs to them there is some hope that they will not delay carting it away somewhere. Bethnal Green Museum would perhaps be a suitable spot. The Shadwell Fish Market, since it is a private undertaking, and backed by plenty of capital, will possibly succeed, in spite of the ill. will of the Corporation and the opposition of the Billingsgate ring, but there are small hopes for the Central Fish Market" which will now very shortly be opened. It was only in unwilling obedience to a popular outcry that the Corpora- tion changed the destination of the new building to the purposes of a fish emporium. It was in- tended to replace Farringdon Fruit and Veget- able Market as a City Covent Garden. As yet very few applications have been made for stalls. The Billingsgate interest is too strong. There axe too few salesmen with sufficient independence to have a domineering clique, and break through the bad traditions of a close trade. Already it has been proposed in the Common Council to hark back to the old idea of making the plao a Vegetable Market. M Leon Say has been spending a short time at Brussells, and has during his absence from home been the victim of a daring trick. A telegram sent in his name was received by those in charge of his house in Paris to the effect that the sum of 2,000 francs was to be paid to a certain Viscount de Segur who would call during: the day, for which amount he would send a cheque immediately. The clever rogue obtained the money; but as no cheque made its appearance an inquiry was instituted, by whioh it was soon discovered that the Viscounte was an impostor. He is said to be well known to the police, who have, however, failed to discover his whereabouts. M. Say's visit to Brussells waa the occasion of a grand dinner at the palace which was given in his honour. While Sir Archibald Alison was fighting in Egypt his wife was preparing for the press the Life of his Father, the Historian, not the least interesting passage in whose works is the story of the Napoleonic campaign in the land of the Pharaohs. Lady Alison has not yielded to the modern fashion of sensational and scandal-mon- gering biography, and has written a book which is entertaining without being offensive to anyone's feelings. Twenty years ago a Life of Alison would have excited more interest. Disraeli oalled his history dull," and that appears to be the current opinion of an age which votes even Scott prosy. Mr George's book on "Poverty and Progress" has worked its way up from the masses, instead of down to them. With most books the process is the reverse. They are at first expensively pub- lished, and often years elapse before a cheap edition puts them in the hands of a wide-reading public. But "Poverty and Progress" was pub. lished at 6d. Mr George's name was unknown save in connection with bis Irish adventures, The book was read by workmen and clerks, but it was sneered at by politicians and ignored by Philosophers and Economists until the day when it was reviewed in the Times. Since then thinking men generally have got hold of it. And the time has already come, as everyone who has read the book must have foreseen that it would come, for the established authorities in Social and Economical Science either to acknowledge a new light or to combat a tremendous heresy. The first in the field is Mr Toynbee, Lecturer on Political Economy at Oxford, who has just de- livered two highly interesting lectures in opposi- tion to Mr George's theories at St. Andrew's Hall, Newman-street. There were crowded and deeply attentive audiences, amongst them, how- ever, not a few who thought that the Californian Sociaiist remained in the main unanswered, for all the strictures of the Oxford lecturer. Miss Litton's chince of recovery fiom a pain- ful malady is hopeless. She is gradually sinking under the attacks of the disease that carried off the widow of Charles Dickens, of Sothern, and the late Mrs David James. There are few actresses more beloved in the profession than Miss Litton, and her loss will, therefore, be deeply deplored. Mr Clarke's assumption of the part of Dromio," as well as Mr Raulton's per- formance of the part of his double," should not be missed by the play-goer who can relish a Shakspeare comedy. There are folk who cannot see any fun in Shakspeare—to put the delicious humour of the bard under that appellation. Well, let them go to the Strand to be converted. Mr Charles Wyndham has taken the bull by the homs, that. is to say, lie has closed the Criterion Theatre. Business has been getting worse and worse ever since the silly scare of which the press made so much, and so, rejecting the three months' grace given him by the Lord Chamberlain, Mr Wyndham has telegraphed orders from America to close the theatre. The thing was done very suddenly indeed, Sunday's Observer contained a paragraph announcing the concluding nights of Betsy," and the forthcoming production of "Mother-in-Law." "Caste" was produced at the Haymarket, on Saturday night in the presence of a brilliant audience. Polly is as charming as ever, (there is only one Mrs Bancroft) and Captain Hawtree as perfect a type of a swell. David James is to be congratulated on an Eccles which deserves to stand side by side with poor dear George Honey's immortal impersonation. Mrs Stirling's is a surprisingly good Marquise. The rest of the company adequate.

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