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Last Friday evening certain of us "ink-stained wretches" (Oscar Wilde) assembled in the lecture hall at the Horticultural Exhibition to pass judgment upon the performance given by the Zulu Choir. The dusky folks were all suitably attired, and carried such necessities for vocalisation as clubs, shields, bows, and cows' heads; the latter they wore as hats. The young women of the crowd, who, as Zulus go, are not uncomely to gaze upon, wore garments of alledyed Zulu cloth. The Choir sang sundry glees and solos in English very much after the manner of the average British choirs. After that they jumped about somewhat, uttered piercing shrieks, and used what appeared to be abusive language to one another. This their interpreter said was a kind of play. It was not the kind of play I yearned after at all, and will, I should fancy, find the minutest amount of satisfaction in the sight of Londoners. Although, of course, there is no saying, for the British Public is a wild strange thing, of weird tastes and fancies.

FRESH ATTRACTIONS AT THE "HORTY."

FOR the Bank Holiday period, plenty of additional attractions are forthcoming at the Horticultural Exhibition and Buffalo Billeries. Nothing of its kind is more soothing than the soft, sweet singing of the Zulu Choir of about a dozen Zulu vocalists, male and female. They sing, and sing remarkably well, in their habits as they live in Zululand, and charm you with their melodious glees and songs; capping their mellifluous ditties with a Zulu "Witch Doctor" comedy, which recalls Rider Haggard's latest romance. Then for housewives there is a valuable lecture on electric cooking, with practical demonstrations of the culinary art; and Messrs. Crumpton's lucid lecturer deserves a special vote of thanks for his remarkable clearness and distinctness.

Colonel Cody and Major Burke, for their part, have enlivened the wonderfully engrossing "Wild West Show" with fresh features of prairie life,