RANDOM SHOTS.
Some write, a neighbour s name to lash, Some write—vain thought! for needful cash, Some write to please the country clash, And raise a div. Forme, an aim I never ftish — I write for fun.
I have read wibh interest the cabled ac counts of the slander case in London, in Trhich tho chief figures in the notorious baccarat scandal are washing their dirty linen. England should be proud of her gambling aristocrats, and especially ofhhre r future sovereign. Albert Edward, much to his disgusb no doubt, has been hauled into Courb to give evidence, aod bhen hauled over the coals by a plucky lawyer who fears nob God nor honours bhe King, and altogether his name has been brought forward in a rather unenviable light. One wonders whab Hor Mosb Gracious Majesty must think of it all ! The "firsb gentleman in England" evidently sets the fashions in more than dress. To my mind ib ia about bime the Prince of Wales mended his ways, considering ho is now a healthy youth of close on fifty, and in any case, should fate call him to the English throne suddenly, there would have to be a lightning reformation before the moral British public would be satisfied with their sovereign. Tho reputation of the Heir Apparent is quite shaky enough from divers reasons without this latest incident. By the way, I noticed according to the cable mossages in the dailies the other day thab the merry negroes down New Orleans way, being in a virtuous mood, have lynched one or two card-cheaters. It is rather to be regretted that they are nob able to exercise this style of summary punishment on some good old English genblemen of bo-day. Ib would be an effective remedy.
