Ib must hnre been sung during the Tichborne trial for I well remember one of the choruses ran, If ever them, was a d d scamp, I flatter myself I am ho. From Tichborne fo Otlger, From Hawkins 10 Roger. They can't hold a caudle tome. Under the psoudonym of 'Geoffrey Thorn,' Mr Tovvnsley of the Savage Club, writes the wittiest of the up-to-date political musical parodies, etc., sunn; in the halls. The late Alfred Lee, for tho be&t part of twenty years, composed the tunes of all the most successful comic songs. He made the reputations and ought to have made the fortunes of a dozen star vocalists, and died himself in poverty. Mr Angelo A. A&her composes a great mar.v songs now-a-days. He set Lottie Collia&'s ' Ta-ra-ra'—bles3 him !!

The Delights of Dublin,

' Yes, all is changed ' (writes a correspond ent), ' Home Rule is on the way, and Eblana ha 3 takon heart once mote. New streets are opened, new buildings erected, gor geous hotels replace shabby "porter houses," trams run in all direction?, and a new railway crosses tho city. Brilliant electric lamps now nightly illume tho streets once wrapped in Cimmerian darkness. By tho way, one of tho prettiest sights in all Dublin is tho view from the bridge of O'Connell-streeb by night. Beth tho electric lamps and tho old gas lamps burn side by side, and the contrast between the brilliant blue and mild yellow lights is charming. At one period -- not so very long ago Dublin could only beasb of ton newspapers, daily and weekly, all told, while at present one fails to count the number of her journals. Dublin has been for tho past three months, and still continues to be. crowded with strangers. Hotel accommo dation i 3 at a premium, and public vehicles difficult to obtain. Apropos of the latter fact, a gentleman recently hailed an outside cir in Wesbland-row, and desired to be driven to VVynn's Hotel, in Abbey-street. What was his surprise when tho jarvey made answer, " Oh, begorra, 1 can't waste me time like that, cur ! Shure I takes no wan now, on'y thim that wants a tower round Dublin an' its inner-irons." What a unique city it is to bo sure ! You turn up one street and you behold tho emerald green mountains staring you in the face. 