Another Show! A splendid Imperial Show! Magnificentweather! Real Queen's weather, and consequently a big success.The grandeur, the solidarity of the British Empire—[&c., &c.*** Editor regrets that for lack of space he is compelled to omit theremainder of this remarkably fine panegyric. He suggests to Authorthat it would come out well in pamphlet form, price one shilling, or itmight be given away with a pound of Indian tea.—Ed.] Obedient tothe call of duty I was myself present as one of the 'umblest of thedistinguished guests assembled to welcome Her Imperial Majesty onthis auspicious occasion. It was my good fortune to be immediatelyin front of a charming Young Lady and her delightful Grandmother.The latter was a trifle deaf, and her Granddaughter being awonderfully well-informed young lady, I had quite an enjoyabletime of it; as had also my neighbours, though I regret to say thatsome of them after the first three-quarters of an hour seemedrather to resent the gratuitous information given with astonishingvolubility by the amiable Young Lady to her confiding relative.For example, up came his Grace the Archbishop of Canterbury."That's the Lord Chancellor," our well-informed Young Ladytold her Grandmother. Much cheering greets Lord Salisbury."That's General Roberts," said the Young Lady, adding, as ifrather doubting her own accuracy, "though why he wears a navaluniform I am unable to say." It didn't matter; her Grandmotherwas equally pleased. "Which is Mr. Gladstone?" asked the OldLady. The Young Lady used her opera-glass. "I don't seehim," she returned slowly. "Of course he can't be in a turban. Iknow he has no whiskers or moustache—ah! there he is!—there,talking to Sir Edward Leighton!" She hadn't got even theChristian names correct. I looked in the direction she hadindicated and saw Sir William Harcourt in close proximity toSir Richard Temple. But why should I turn and dispel theharmless illusion? Was it for me to bring discord into a family,and cause the Granddaughter to be cut out of the Grandmother'swill? Never! So, "from information received,"the Old Lady went on implicitly believing in her informant, andtreasuring up the particulars for the benefit of her other Grandchildren."Lord Roberts is somewhere here," observed the YoungLady, sweeping the horizon (so to speak, with apologies to "thehorizon") with her lorgnette. "Oh, I should like to see him!"exclaimed the Old Lady, enthusiastically. "Where is he?" "Oh,I think—" replied the Granddaughter, hesitatingly, "I rather—think—I'veonly seen him once—but—oh yes," she added, withwonderful confidence on finding she was commanding an interestedaudience of simple neighbours—"Oh yes—there—in a General'suniform,—he has just come in—and he is looking for his place,"—and,following guidance, I, too, craned forward, and was rewardedby catching a glimpse of Mr. Frederick Gordon, Chairman of theGrand Hotels Co., Limited, who was good enough to salute me withthat air of conscious power which becomes part and parcel of a manwho has the command of countless battalions in waiting. Encouragedby this incident (for I had not rounded on her and said,"that is not Lord Roberts") the Young Lady urged o