heir regrettable step. —Thk other morning I passed the huge form of Mr. Lram Stoker making its way up the Strand, andi • ' • • ^ .d a ;■ two minutes afterwards there flitted by me in a ban-’ «rthe som a shadowy figure * composed principally of eye-. • ’ * • * , • * •lys- glass and hair waving on the wind, which I recognised ad. | as that of the Lyceum manager. So in spite of their ight 1 season being over these two worthies are still to beseen in their ordinary happy hunting ground