At what age one ceases to delight in circuses the present writer has not yet discovered, nor does' he expect to do so. It is true that. in some things disillusion creeps in with advancing years. Therefore is best if possible to go with children. To their innocent eyes greasepaint and tinsel are as the loveliness of Aphrodite and the robes of Sardanapalos, and the breathless exclamation, "Oh Mum-mie, I wish you could have a beautiful dress like that," knocks off the cynicism of age and makes one young again. Not that there is much room for cynicism in Bos-tock's tent. One has seen vaster entertainments, perhaps; but there is abundance of variety and all very smartly, gracefully performed. There is an admirable clown—what his real name may be we do not know, but he calls himself Spuds—who is also a first-class gymnast and has made the art of whistling more expressive. than many a man's spoken words. Then there ate Mile. Lorenz on the lofty trapeze, the acme of graceful curvature in impossible positions; Marasso, the champion jockey, as good as ever we saw; Maxime, miracle of tight rope walking; monkeys, whose natural art has been trained into uncanny semblance of human athleticism; and trained ponies dogs and elephants all most excellent.
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