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Observer, Volume 7, Issue 235, 14 March 1885, Page 5

The "dark horse," of Wakefield-street does not take the par. in last week's Observer in good part. He might have been seen rushing around Queen-street on Saturday evening, in a vain attempt to find out the author. Take a " blood cooler," William, and just " grin and bear it." Chantry Harris, of the N.Z. Times, has cried jpeccavi over that Telephone Co. business, and eaten the leak to Sir Julius Yogel. He found that bluster would not go down. Those who know Harris say they expected nothing else. Sir Julius loses £10,000 and the Times loses — what it never possessed — a reputation for independance and pluck. Memo, for blonde at Thistle. — When adjusting your corset for the future, dear, in that upstairs bedroom facing Elliottstreet, pray remember that on Wednesday morning, at 8.30, when engaged in donning this intricate article, the window was up fully three feet, and there wasn't the semblance of a blind to screen you from the gaze of passers-by. Private W. E. Bennett, late of the "Victoria Kifles, deserves to be congratulated on his promotion from the rank of Secretary and Sergeant to that of Second Lieut, in the City Guards, vice Lieut. Cooper resigned. Lieut. Bennett is the second officer who has been promoted from the Victoria Company, a fact ■which speaks well for its efficiency, and is si feather in Captain Mahon's cap. Carlyle walked a good deal, in order to make his dyspeptic stomach a little reasonable. But sometimes when the great, homely, and grizzly old man was walking, with his big eyebrows almost showing from tinder the brim of his slouch hat, and his long, old-fashioned coat almost sweeping the sidewalk, he would stop and pick up a bit of cast-off bread from the street and place it on the kerbstone, so that some poor man who came along might find it. Mr George Augustus Sala, who was a passenger by the mail steamer Australia, en route to Australia, is under the wing of the theatrical entrepreneurs Messrs Eignold and Allison. In London Mr Sala is looked upon as a' jolly lon vivant, but his great forte is after-dinner speeches, where his "flashes of merriment are wont to set the table in a roar." He is one of the ruling spirits of the Savage Club, and belongs to that Bohemian School of which Douglas Jerrold, Charles Dickens, and a host of others, long since gathered to their fathers, were such shining lights. Mr Sala was the first journalist in London who "spotted" the brilliant writof the late Marcus Clarke.