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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Punch, or the London Charivari. Volume 93,
+September 10, 1887, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
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+Title: Punch, or the London Charivari. Volume 93, September 10, 1887
+
+Author: Various
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+ PUNCH,
+
+ OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
+
+ VOLUME 93.
+
+ SEPTEMBER 10, 1887.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+STRANGE ADVENTURES OF ASCENA LUKINGLASSE.
+
+(_By_ PHIL UPPES, _Author of "An Out-of-Luck Young Man," "Jack and Jill
+went up the Hill," "The Bishop and his Grandmother," &c._)
+
+ASCENA'S NARRATIVE.
+
+THE story which I have to tell is more than strange. It is so terrible,
+so incredible, so entirely contrary to all that any ordinary reader of
+the _London Journal_ or the "penny dreadfuls" has ever heard of, that
+even now I have some doubt in telling it. I happen, however, to know it
+is true, and so does my husband. My husband will come in presently with
+his narrative. There! that ought to make you curious. A very good
+commencement.
+
+My early life was uneventful. I was a foundling. I was left with two old
+ladies (I fancy I may work them up some day into "character" sketches)
+by a perfect gentleman, who, after giving them £200, went away the next
+morning to Vienna for ever. He left with these two old ladies a little
+wardrobe full of clothes, but there was not a mark, nor so much as an
+initial, upon a single thing. They had all been cut out with a sharp
+pair of scissors.
+
+This again ought to excite your curiosity. Bear it in mind. Mysterious
+parentage--no mother, no marks, and father gone to Vienna for ever.
+
+The two old ladies kept a school, in which I first was a scholar, then a
+teacher. There I remained until I was seventeen, when I was tall and
+strong for my age, and looked more like three or four and twenty. One
+day one of the old ladies said to me--
+
+"Now, my dear, I will tell you what we are going to do. We are going to
+sell the school, and buy a little cottage at Bognor. It doesn't face the
+sea, and just holds two. So, as we have considered you more or less our
+own daughter, we are going to kick you out. Now don't let's talk any
+more about it to-day, but tell us to-morrow at breakfast, like a dear
+good girl, that we are going to do what you wish."
+
+"I shall tell you to-morrow," I answered, firmly. "I'll pretend to think
+the matter over with all my might and main, until to-morrow morning, and
+then give you an answer as solemnly weighed, and as carefully set out,
+as a Saturday afternoon essay."
+
+So I was kicked out.
+
+I became a governess in the household of Mrs. COWSTREAM. That household
+consisted of the master, whose manner was what old ladies in
+Lincolnshire call "rampageous," the children, who were, beyond doubt,
+hopelessly dull, and the mistress, who was colourless.
+
+Nothing particularly happened save my dismissal (after receiving a
+salary of about a thousand to twelve-hundred a year) within six months.
+With about four-hundred pounds in hand I went to the Charing Cross
+Hotel.
+
+I feel I am a little plot-less. So far: foundling, old ladies at Bognor,
+aimless engagement by Mrs. COWSTREAM and advertisement for the Charing
+Cross Hotel. All good in their way, but not quite enough. I want an
+incident. I have it.
+
+Having untold gold, I thought I would buy some gloves in the Tottenham
+Court Road. I entered an omnibus, was much struck by an old woman who
+sat next me, bought the gloves, was arrested as a thief for passing
+false money and saved from penal servitude for life by old woman. Come,
+there's action for you! Still, I don't know why it is, but we don't seem
+to get much "forrader."
+
+The old woman hurried me about from place to place feeding me simply on
+grapes and bonbons. For some reason I was not allowed to know where I
+was. I didn't want to, and not caring a brass-farthing for the selfish
+old ladies at Bognor, it mattered nothing to me whether they heard from
+me or not. After a time the old woman asked me to sign this with my
+blood.
+
+"In consideration of seven pounds a week, I agree to sell my dreams
+between sunset and sunrise, the payment ceasing on my death, and my
+dreams, if any, immediately becoming only, and unconditionally my own."
+
+I broke out laughing and signed it. Then the old woman said:--
+
+"I am old enough to be your mother, and I am sure you know I feel kindly
+towards you. I am not entirely my own mistress--think well of me if you
+can."
+
+Then placing by my side a little bottle of champagne, potted meats,
+Devonshire cream, and dainty biscuits of various kinds, she left me. The
+next day I was kicked out and carried in a carriage to Dawlish. I had a
+nice little dinner--tender beefsteak, new potatoes, asparagus and
+spinach, a bottle of sound port and a ripe stilton. After this, somehow
+or other, I had a restless night. I was tormented with strange dreams in
+which appeared a person whom I had never seen in my life. Certainly not
+that I can remember. He was an old man wearing an immense opal on his
+right-hand little finger. I had never seen such an opal before. The
+dream was confused, I can only give these facts about it.
+
+Let's see how I am getting on. Mysterious parentage. School life. Old
+woman in omnibus, ghastly-comical agreement, heavy dinner and consequent
+nightmare. Is that all? No, I have forgotten the advertisement for the
+Charing Cross Hotel. All told, I can't say that there is much in my
+story. Must get on. More heavy dinners, more nightmares. Went to
+Brighton. Saw Doctor who said, "Your nerves are out of order, you are
+suffering from a malady called Incipient Detearia. What do you drink?"
+
+"Nothing but port, maraschino, and champagne."
+
+"Quite right. Persevere. I am going away for a fortnight. Continue your
+diet, and, when I return, I will come and see you again. By that time
+your malady will have reached an acute stage. By the way, do you ever
+eat?"
+
+"Not as much as I drink. I sometimes have a plate of turtle soup, but
+chiefly as an excuse for a glass of punch."
+
+"Quite so. Good day."
+
+After this, my dreams became more and more confused, and I grew quite
+ill. Then I met a gentleman at the _table d'hôte_, called Captain
+CHARLES. He was most kind, asked me on board his yacht, and, when we had
+got to Dieppe, said,--
+
+"Miss ASCENA, I think we both understand each other. I am afraid I have
+done very wrong in kidnapping you. Well, now, I am going to put a
+question to you, straight and fair. When the yacht slipped anchor at
+Brighton, I had a marriage-licence in our names, in a morocco case in my
+pocket, upon which any clergyman on the Continent is bound to act. It's
+no Gretna-Green business, I can assure you."
+
+"I'll talk about it this afternoon, if I am well enough," I said,
+holding on to a rope (it was very rough), and, feeling myself turning
+deadly pale.
+
+"Are you married already?" he asked, with a something like a choking in
+his mouth.
+
+"No, no, no," I cried. "I like you very much."
+
+I got out of the general embarrassment by fainting away until I found
+myself in the Hotel Royal, Dieppe.
+
+Again I pause to say that I fancy somehow I am making a mess of this
+story. To my list I have added an absolutely pointless and superfluous
+case of kidnapping, which would be unpleasant were it not ridiculous.
+
+Well, the Doctor came, and said I was to have a large glass of port wine
+and a small glass of beef tea every ten minutes. This did me good. After
+a few hours of this treatment, feeling more communicative, I told
+Captain CHARLES all I have written here. I also explained to him my
+difficulty in carrying on my tale without a _collaborateur_.
+
+He stooped over me, kissed me gently on the forehead, and said--
+
+"Never mind, dearest. I will send for a curious old man from Strasburg,
+and have myself a shot at the story. Two pens are better than one."
+
+I could only wonder how it would all end, and, vaguely hope for the
+best.
+
+CAPTAIN CHARLES' NARRATIVE.
+
+My name is ALBERT CHARLES. I have a curious old friend who lives at
+Strasburg, called OUTHOUSE. I am CHARLES, his friend. I wrote to
+OUTHOUSE and told him Miss LUKINGLASSE'S story--of course, in
+unscientific language. He replied, it was deeply interesting, and he
+would come to me at once. He arrived, and immediately performed the old
+"drop of ink trick," where, it will be remembered, a chap is made to
+describe what he sees in a little writing-fluid.
+
+Then OUTHOUSE turned to me with a strangely solemn face.
+
+"We have got our finger," said he, "on the tarantula in his hole, the
+viper in his lair, the _pieuvre_ in his cave. Such monsters should not
+be allowed to live."
+
+I was bewildered. We made our way from Newhaven to Chislehurst. We
+called upon the old man with the opal, of whom we had so often talked.
+He trembled. OUTHOUSE seemed to swell to twice his natural height. Then
+the old chap with the opal appeared to wither under his gaze. Then he
+changed to all manner of colours, and literally exploded. He went off
+with a feeble bang, like a cheap firework. Not waiting to pick up his
+pieces, we returned to Dieppe, collared the omnibus old woman (whom we
+found on the point of strangling ASCENA), and got her sent to prison,
+where she very properly committed suicide to save us further
+embarrassment. After these preliminaries had been successfully
+accomplished, I am pleased to say that ASCENA enjoyed peaceful dreams
+and sweet repose.
+
+There now! I have cleared up things pretty well, and don't think it bad
+for a first attempt.
+
+ASCENA'S NARRATIVE.
+
+I am married to Captain CHARLES, and OUTHOUSE is to live with us for
+ever. This is pleasant. I am a little disappointed that circumstances
+over which I have no control should prevent me from telling you why I
+was a foundling, what was done with my juvenile wardrobe, why my father
+never returned from Vienna, what on earth became of my dreams when I
+sold them to somebody or other for a pound a day--in fact, what it is
+all about. You will say that I am a fraud, a mistake, an unconsidered
+trifle. You will be right. Mrs. Captain CHARLES is very stupid and
+commonplace. Alas! there has been a great falling off since the days of
+ASCENA LUKINGLASSE!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: A PARVENU.
+
+(THE COMING ARISTOCRACY OF MIND.)
+
+_He._ "CHARMING YOUTH, THAT YOUNG BELLAMY--SUCH A REFINED AND CULTIVATED
+INTELLECT! WHEN YOU THINK WHAT HE'S _RISEN_ FROM, POOR FELLOW, IT REALLY
+DOES HIM CREDIT!"
+
+_She._ "WHY, WERE HIS PEOPLE--A--INFERIAH!"
+
+_He._ "WELL, YES. HIS GRANDFATHER'S AN EARL, YOU KNOW, AND HIS UNCLE'S A
+BISHOP; AND HE _HIMSELF_ IS HEIR TO AN OLD BARONETCY WITH EIGHTY
+THOUSAND A YEAR!"]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A TALE OF TERROR.
+
+HE sat, or rather grovelled, amongst a pile of daily newspapers. His
+eyes were wilder, much wilder, than the Wild West of BUFFALO-BILL, his
+hair was as dishevelled as that of an infuriated Irish M.P. after an
+All-night Sitting. He looked as mad as a hatter.
+
+"What ails you?" I inquired, sympathetically, soothingly. For all
+answer--as the ebulliently sentimental she-novelist saith--he pointed to
+the pell-mell pile of morning papers.
+
+"Poor fellow!" said I. "Have you then been trying to understand Sir
+HENRY ROSCOE'S erudite Address to the British Association?"
+
+He shook his head emphatically.
+
+"Or to make head or tail, flesh, fowl, or good red herring of one of
+AUBERON HERBERT'S acidulous jeremiads?"
+
+Again he shook his head, and tore his hair at the same time.
+
+"Or to learn from MATTHEW ARNOLD'S moony meanderings, complacent
+assumptions, and tart imputations, what is the real nature of his
+favourite, quiet, reasonable person,
+
+'Asperitatis et invidiæ corrector et iræ?'"
+
+Once more that action of decided dissent.
+
+"Then perhaps you have been trying to find the 'sweet reasonableness,'
+and the invaluable 'dry light' of Science in Professor TYNDALL'S furious
+fulminations from the Alps?"
+
+"Nay, nay, not so," he sobbed, insanely.
+
+"You may have been endeavouring to reconcile all Mr. GLADSTONE'S
+Home-Rule utterances during the last ten years, to identify the Mr.
+BRIGHT of to-day with the People's Tribune of forty years syne, to
+measure the motives of Mr. CHAMBERLAIN, or appraise the intrinsic
+importance of JESSE, 'the Member for Three Acres and a Cow?'"
+
+"Alas, no!"
+
+"Humph! You cannot possibly have been so foolish as to venture the
+brain-dizzying dangers of a course of the 'Thunderer's' tempestuous
+Home-Rule leaders?"
+
+He had not, and intimated as much, mournfully.
+
+"Dear me! Desperate man, _do_ not say that you have been trying to
+analyse the authoritative 'Analyses' of this year's County Cricketing,
+to test their apportionment of champion honours, or track out their
+distracting decimals to their last hidden lair!"
+
+"Worse than that--far worse!" he moonily muttered.
+
+"You alarm me, rash man!" I cried. "Can it possibly be that from a
+comparison of the works of the (Sporting) Prophets you have foolishly
+essayed to spot the winner of the coming St. Leger?"
+
+"No such luck," said he, with a shudder.
+
+I drew near to him, and whispered low in his ear--
+
+"Have you--_have_ you been seeking the meaning of the verses of some
+peer-poet in the _Morning Post_?"
+
+"Would--_would_ it were but that," he groaned, picking a single straw
+from the truss or so that stuck porcupine-quill-wise in his tangled fell
+of hair.
+
+"I have it!" I cried. "You have an attack of veritable 'Whitmania,'
+arising from a too long indulgence in the intoxicating yet enervating
+flow of Swinburnian superlatives?"
+
+"The deuce a bit of it," he snapped, testily.
+
+I was growing impatient, and inclined "to give it up."
+
+"Oh! this is worse than ARGYLL on Political Economy, or a Double
+Acrostic!" I grumbled, angrily. "What in the name of Eleusis _have_ you
+been up to?"
+
+"_Listen!_" he whispered, placing his lips close to my ears; "listen,
+and marvel if you may; aid me if you can. _I have been trying, by a
+comparison of the comments thereupon in the various party papers, to
+understand the real significance of a_ BYE-ELECTION!!!"
+
+"Miserable man!" I gasped, "that way indeed Madness lies. Know you not
+that human imbecility in those identical comments reaches its absolutely
+'lowest deep' of abject folly and crazy inconsequence. Know you not that
+nothing--positively _nothing_ in the whole history of this crack-brained
+world--is so mad and so maddening as a Tory article on a bye-election
+won by a Liberal, or a Liberal article on a bye-election gained by a
+Tory? Know you not that in these dismally, delirious lucubrations, all
+the rules of arithmetic, all the laws of logic, all the palpable
+bearings of facts, all the obvious meanings of words, to say nothing of
+the dictates of veracity, and the impulse of fairness, are deliberately
+inverted, perverted, played moral havoc and intellectual pitch-and-toss
+with? Know you not that the gibberings of Bedlam are clear and continent
+sense compared with the argufyings of a party-scribe 'explaining away'
+an opponent's success, or picturing an ally's crushing defeat as a
+'moral victory?' Know you not that the (supposed) necessity of penning
+such frantic fustian makes a Tory Thunderer drivel like a drunken
+THERSITES, and a Radical RHADAMANTHUS equivocate like a pettifogging
+attorney? Know you not----?"
+
+But with a howl of horror the wretched victim of party silliness and
+factious sophistry pitched head-first amidst the pile of papers--MAD!!!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+Laissez-Faire.
+
+ "I believe, if you would let alone this unhappy peasantry, there
+ would be no difficulty whatever."--Mr. BALFOUR, _on the Irish
+ Question_.
+
+ THE Irish Landlord has lost his tenants,
+ And doesn't know where to find them;
+ Let them alone, and they'll come home,
+ And bring rents (in their pockets) behind them.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A REAL "INKY FLOOD."
+
+"HERE lies one whose name was written in water," the sad but happily
+inappropriate epitaph which KEATS suggested for himself. Had he lived in
+our days he would have felt it to be equivocal. People are writing to
+the papers with "ink," said to be made out of Thames water. Styx itself
+was surely nothing to this. An inkstand has been called "_mare nigrum_,"
+but hitherto no poetic trope-maker has been bold enough to speak of a
+river as an inkstand. Facts _are_ stranger than fiction!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+'ARRY AT THE SEA-SIDE.
+
+ DEAR CHARLIE,
+
+ 'Ow are you, old oyster? _I_'m doin' the briny, dear boy;
+ Got my usual fortnit, yer know, as I makes it a pint to enjoy,
+ Things is quisby at 'ome, and they pressed me to chuck up my annual
+ spree,
+ And stand by to look arter the mater who's down with rheumatics. Not me!
+
+ Relations are that bloomin' selfish it fair gives a feller the sick,
+ I'm jest tidy myself, flush of tin, with no end of a thunderin' "pick,"
+ And now I've a chance of a outing to keep myself up to the mark,
+ I'm to stay in the doldrums at 'ome! It's _too_ much of a screamin'
+ old lark.
+
+ No, CHARLIE, boy, self-preservation's the fust law of Nature, yer know;
+ So I jest slung my 'ook like a shot and came here for a bite and a blow.
+ I'm as red as a bloomin' tomarter already, and talk about stodge!
+ Jest you arsk the old mivvey as caters for me at the crib where I lodge.
+
+ Number Seventeen, Paragon Place, is my diggings, mate, floor
+ Number Three,
+ From the right'and bow-winder's off-corner you ketch a side-squint of
+ the sea.
+ White stucco and hemerald sun-blinds, trailed up with a fine
+ "Glory" rose,
+ And a slavey as pooty as pie, if it weren't for the smuts on her nose.
+
+ Oh, I'm up to the knocker, I tell yer; fresh 'errins for breakfast,
+ old pal,
+ Bottled beer by the bucket, prime 'bacca, and oh, such a scrumptious
+ young gal!
+ Picked 'er up on the pier, mate, permiskus, last Wensday as ever was.
+ Whew!
+ She would take the shine out of some screamers, I tell yer, my pippin,
+ would Loo.
+
+ Dropped 'er 'at the feet of yours, truly, and 'ARRY, of course, was
+ all there.
+ Her 'airpins went flyin! Thinks I, that's a jolly fine sample of 'air;
+ As black as my boots, and as shiny, and oh! sech a 'eavenly smell.
+ "Hillo! Miss," sez I, "while you're 'andy, there's no need for
+ Mister RIMMEL."
+
+ That nicked 'er, my nibs. It's the patter as does it, of course _with_
+ good looks;
+ Gals do like a chap as can gab, as you'll find by them Libery books.
+ Take WEEDEE, my boy, or Miss BROUGHTON; you'll see if a feller would
+ tackle
+ A feminine fair up to dick, he 'as got to be dabs at the cackle.
+
+ And that's where _I_ score, my dear CHARLIE. Lor bless yer, in
+ 'arf an 'our more,
+ Me and Loo was as cosy as cousins, tucked up in a nook on the shore.
+ Gives yer 'oliday outing a flaviour, the feminine element do,
+ Although, _ontry noo_, dear old pal, it's a tidy stiff drain on
+ yer "screw."
+
+ 'Owsomever, flare up and blow "exes" is always my motter, yer see;
+ And I never minds blueing the pieces purwided I gets a good spree;
+ Wich is jest wot I'm 'aving at present. You'll say, at this pint,
+ I expect,
+ "'ARRY'S doing the Toff as per usual." To which, mate, I answers,
+ "_Ker_-rect!"
+
+ Socierty's right, my dear CHARLIE,--Socierty always _is_ right,--
+ GLADSTONE'S gab about "masses and classes" is all tommy rot and
+ sour spite.
+ There is only one class worth consid'rin', and that is the reglar
+ _fust_-class;
+ And the chap as don't try to get into it--well, he is simply a ass.
+
+ Socierty sez, "When the Season is hover, slide off to the Sea!
+ It's _the_ place for a fair autumn barney." And shall I dispute it?
+ Not me.
+ 'ARRY knows his tip better than that, Sir. Your juggins may 'ave
+ 'is own whim
+ About bicycling, boating, or wot not; _I_ mean bein' well in the swim.
+
+ Lor, it warms a cove's heart dontcherknow, puts his sperrits right slap
+ on the rise,
+ Wen the Niggers are dancing a break-down or singing _Two Lovely
+ Black Eyes_.
+ To see lardy Toffs and swell ladies, and smart little gals with
+ no fuss,
+ 'Anging round on the listen and snigger as though they wos each
+ one of _hus_.
+
+ They likes it, my lad, yus they likes it, the Music Hall patter and
+ slang.
+ Yet some jugginses kick at _my_ lingo as _vulgar_! Oh, let 'em go 'ang.
+ Take a run, Mister Mealymouthed Critic, go home and eat coke, poor
+ old man.
+ All Toffs as _is_ Toffs share my tastes; we are built on the very
+ same plan.
+
+ Wots the hodds if yer rides in a kerredge, or drives in a double-'orse
+ drag,
+ With a 'orn and a loud concerteena and lots o' prime prog in the bag?
+ It is only a question of ochre, the principle's ditto all round.
+ It is larks by the Sea we all seek, and they suits us all down to
+ the ground.
+
+ But now, I am off to the Pier, CHARLIE. Boat's coming in from Boolong,
+ And I wouldn't miss that not for nothink. The wind blows a little bit
+ strong,
+ And there's bound to be lots on 'em quisby, some regular goners, dessay;
+ And it _is_ sech a lark to chi-ike them, the best bit o' fun of the day.
+
+ Old jokers in sealskin caps, CHARLIE, drawn over their poor blue old
+ ears,
+ Pooty gals with complexions like paste-pots, old mivvies gone green
+ with the queers;
+ Little toffs with their billycocks raked, jest to swagger it off like,
+ yer know,
+ But with hoptics like badly-biled whelks. Oh, I tell yer it's all a
+ prime show.
+
+ _Larf_, CHARLIE? It bangs ARTHUR ROBERTS, and makes a chap bloomin'
+ nigh bust.
+ I must take a 'am sanwich to munch. Wen a cove ketches sight on it fust,
+ And I sings out, "Hi! who'll 'ave a fat 'un?" to see that bloke shudder
+ and shrink,
+ And go gooseberry green in the gills, is _too_ lovely, mate. Wot do
+ _you_ think?
+
+ And all this, with the larks on the sands, niggers, spotting the
+ bathers,--that's spiff!--
+ Sails round, going bobbing for whiting, and singing at night on
+ the cliff,
+ Not to mention rides out, as per posters, and quiet flirtations with Loo,
+ I was quietly asked to chuck up 'long o' Mother's rheumatics! Yah boo!
+
+ 'ARRY'S not sech a mug, I essure you. Sweet Home is dashed fiddlededee.
+ _I_'m not nuts on yer dabby domestic, it spiles a smart chap for a spree.
+ Ony sorry my time's nearly hup; but, as fur as the ochre will carry,
+ Do the briny with swells _like_ a swell, is the tip of
+ Yours scrumptiously, 'ARRY.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: "OVERCAST."
+
+THEY WERE OUT FOR A DAY IN THE COUNTRY--WERE LATE AT THE STATION--HE
+LEFT IT TO HER TO TAKE THE TICKETS--A HORRID CROWD--FRIGHTFULLY HOT--AND
+SHE WAS HUSTLED AND FLUSTERED CONSIDERABLY WHEN SHE REACHED THE
+CARRIAGE.
+
+_He (cool and comfortable)._ "HOW CHARMING THE YELLOW GORSE----"
+
+_She (in a withering tone)._ "YOU DIDN'T 'XPECT TO SEE IT BLUE, I
+S'PPOSE!" [_Tacet!_]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+SALUBRITIES ABROAD.
+
+_Thirteenth day of Cure at Royat. Hotel Continental._--The view from my
+window is charming, whether on a bright morning or a moonlight night.
+But I am not contented with it. There is within me an "OLIVER, asking
+for more." Had I the faith which moves mountains, I would order that
+hill opposite to be removed, so as to give me a more extensive, and a
+grander view.
+
+ * * *
+
+_The Beggars at Royat._--A nuisance and a disgrace to the place. Why are
+these wretched creatures allowed to trade on their fearful afflictions?
+Are there no free hospitals, no charitable institutions, where they can
+be taken care of? Of course there are. Is there no power to compel them
+to go in? Is there no "_traitement_" for them?
+
+ * * *
+
+As for the little beggar boys and girls who are brought up to the trade
+and who waylay us all day, cannot they be put to some useful work and be
+forced into school? These able-bodied paupers should be employed in
+mending the footpaths leading up to Gravenoire and the environs, which
+are in a very bad condition.
+
+ * * *
+
+I do not object, indeed by this time I take rather kindly to the _vin du
+pays_, but I detest what Mr. "DUMB-CRAMBO" would call--
+
+[Illustration: The Whine of the Country.]
+
+ * * *
+
+_À propos_ of walks in a wretched condition, why don't their Worships,
+the Maires of Royat and Chamalière, lay their heads together and mend
+the footpaths? In making the above suggestion, I do not contemplate
+wood-pavement. No: but I do think that these beggars might be utilised.
+
+ * * *
+
+_Pensées d'un Baigneur._--A bather has plenty of time to emulate the
+celebrated parrot. What can he do--the bather not the parrot--in his
+bath, except think? He can talk, hum, or sing. He can recite: and
+exercise his voice and memory. But this would attract attention, and I
+fancy the talking, singing, or reciting bather would very soon be
+requested to keep quiet. Therefore he must think. He may not sleep: it
+is not permitted by the faculty. No: thinking is the thing. The time in
+a bath,--thirty-five minutes of it--passes as a dream, and the thoughts
+are as difficult to catch and fix as butterflies. Here are a few:--
+
+It is absolutely necessary to please oneself even in things apparently
+indifferent. Out of politeness, I yielded yesterday to an invitation to
+take a drive of two hours. I was ill for nearly a couple of days
+afterwards.... So was the kind person who took me. I believe she meant
+it well, and intended it as an act of politeness. (N. B. This was
+written within the first seven days of the "_traitement_". This sort of
+thing must come out of you. The waters bring out selfishness and
+ingratitude.)
+
+ * * *
+
+Morning after morning I find myself staring at the notice on the wall at
+the foot of my bath. From that I gather that I am a "titulaire." My
+bath-cell is No. 17. So as Titulaire I am Number Seventeen,--like a
+convict. My Gaoler, the bathman, does not know me perhaps by any other
+name than "Monsieur &c., Dix-Sept." Ah, well, I never thought I should
+be seventeen again. But I am--at Royat. How it must be re-juvenising me!
+
+ * * *
+
+I have been looking over a list of excursions to various "Salubrities
+Abroad." Among them I find this:--"_De Lyon en Savoie et en Dauphiné par
+Saint-André-le-Gaz, et retour_".
+
+"St. Andrew-the-Gas" sounds a novel name in a calendar. He was evidently
+a Saint much in advance of his time. An excellent man of course
+"according to his lights."
+
+ * * *
+
+I saw a subject here for Mr. MARKS, R.A. A bearded Franciscan Monk in
+his brown habit, with cord and rosary at his waist, sending a telegram
+at the telegraph office. Imagine the surroundings. Mr. MARKS might call
+it an Anachronism.
+
+ * * *
+
+When abroad, I make notes of the names of any new dishes. The following
+one was new to me as a name, not as a dish, which was simple enough,
+"_Culottes de boeuf à la fermière_". What next? "_Caleçons de veau à
+la baigneuse?_" "_Gilets de mouton à la bergère?_" "_Culottes de veau à
+la Brian O'Lynn?_" "_Chapeau de volaille à la coq?_"
+
+ * * *
+
+_Music._--This morning, the fifteenth of my sojourn here, the band is
+playing something new. This is refreshing, as I am becoming a little
+tired of the overtures to _Zampa_, _Guillaume Tell_, _Italiano in
+Algeria_, selections from the _Huguenots_ (highly popular as a good
+finish to any concert) and the dance music, waltzes and mazurkas, which
+have been popular for the last two years.
+
+ * * *
+
+The clocks of Royat are still in an undecided state. The uninitiated
+person who takes his time--(_Note, en passant for all baigneurs
+here_--Never be in a hurry, and always "take your time," no matter from
+where you take it)--from the Hotel, and starts at 7·30 in order to reach
+his bath by 8,--a walk of five minutes,--will find, on arriving at the
+_Etablissement_, that it is just 8·5, so that he has taken a quarter of
+an hour to do the distance. If he starts from the _Etablissement_ at
+8·30, to meet a friend at the station, on arriving there he will
+discover that it is 8·15 by the Railway Clock, so that he is at the end
+of his journey a quarter of an hour before he set out, having done the
+distance in considerably less than no time,--a record worth preserving.
+The Post Office Authorities, in despair, have put up a notice informing
+everybody that their clock has no connection with that of the
+_Etablissement_, which may just do what it likes and be wound to it, and
+ignoring all church-clock authority and all municipal authority too,
+they (the Post Office Authorities aforesaid) announce that they intend
+to take their time from the Railway station, but even then will give
+themselves a margin of five minutes one way or the other, so that the
+public wishing to send letters must ascertain what the post times
+_ought_ to be, and then give themselves another margin of at least ten
+minutes on the safe side. The calculation is not very complicated when
+you are accustomed to it, and its uncertainty lends a gentle stimulus to
+the ordinary routine of the uneventful life at Royat.
+
+ * * *
+
+For "Excursions from Royat by Rail or Road," see my Guide-Book,
+forthcoming.
+
+ * * *
+
+This advice, "_See my Guide_," or "_See my History_," is perpetually
+recurring as a friendly hint--it really being a most artful way of
+introducing an advertisement to your notice--in that invaluable
+publication, the _Guides Diamant, P. Joanne_, series, HACHETTE & CIE.,
+without which no traveller's pocket or bag is completely furnished. Time
+for _siesta_.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+FIRST IN THE FIELD.
+
+_A Song of the Cricket Championship._
+
+[Illustration: Em met. (Yorks.)]
+
+ THE GRACES are hers, but the Parcæ have tost her
+ Of late, so the Championship won't go to Gloucester;
+ Despite brave Lord HARRIS, and efforts well-meant,
+ That honour won't fall to the bold Men of Kent.
+ 'Twould have charmed not a few of the "better for wus" sex,
+ Had luck smiled (not she!) on their sweethearts of Sussex;
+ And, though it is famed as the pluck and hard-work shire,
+ The top of the tree is not reached yet by Yorkshire.
+ Dame Fortune, that Sphinx of the riddle-cum-diddle sex,
+ Crowns not with success the crack Batsmen of Middlesex.
+ Spite of SHREWSBURY, GUNN, and such cricketing pots,
+ Her Song for this season is "_No, not for Notts!_"
+ And, although "runner-up" (if like greyhounds one rank a shire)
+ She's _just_ missed first place, has stout HORNBY-led Lancashire.
+ Thanks--in chief--to young LOHMANN, whom fate cannot flurry,
+ The Championship once more comes South. Bravo, Surrey!
+
+[Illustration: Pilling. (Lancs.)]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+OMINOUS.--Lord R. CHURCHILL is to address a meeting of Unionists at
+Sunderland. Hardly strikes one as quite a suitable spot for that
+purpose, _Sunderland_ being rather suggestive of the Separatist policy
+that Lord RANDOLPH and his friends are so strongly opposed to. The Home
+Rulers would have chosen Cumberland as more appropriate.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: Pleasure Parties.]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+DRURY LANE WITH PLEASURE.
+
+MY DEAR MR. PUNCH,
+
+IT was only what might have been expected that a large audience should
+assemble in the National Theatre to see the new piece by Messrs. PAUL
+MERRITT and AUGUSTUS HARRIS. The very title was inviting, and when to
+that title were added scenes in Oxford, Monte Carlo, Nice and
+Gloucestershire, who could refuse the invitation? Certainly not I. So I
+accepted, with pleasure, and was present at the initial performance. I
+refreshed my recollection of college life at Oxford where men certainly
+were not quite as serious as _Mr. Jack Lovell_, in the long since of the
+"fifties." I could not help regretting that the Oxford of thirty years
+ago had not the unconventional Mr. NICHOLLS amongst the Undergraduates.
+Had he been there at the period to which I refer, I undoubtedly should
+have sought the honour of his acquaintance, but on the condition that he
+did _not_ introduce me to the aforesaid _Jack Lovell_, who on
+matriculating at Drury Lane was about as lively as a mute at a funeral.
+I was not at all surprised to find him rather out of sorts. Frankly,
+_Mr. Jack Lovell_ in _Pleasure_ is not a nice young man. He reads for
+the Church and gets plucked, as indeed he should, as he seems to have
+employed the time that he ought to have occupied in hard reading, in
+behaving in the most disgraceful manner to _Miss Jessie Newland_,
+otherwise the ever charming Miss ALMA MURRAY. Very properly refused a
+family living, he succeeds to a peerage, and immediately publishes the
+story of his betrothed and refuses to marry her.
+
+[Illustration: Bringing Down the House.]
+
+Personally, I must admit that I received with joy the news that he was
+drinking himself to death, and only felt the deepest regret when I
+learned that he had not perished in an admirably contrived Earthquake.
+
+[Illustration: Sweets to the Sweet.]
+
+But, in spite of _Mr. Jack Lovell_, Oxford, at Drury Lane, contained a
+number of interesting persons. The _Doddipotts_, father and son, with
+their American relative (Miss BROUGH), were most amusing, and I was
+quite satisfied to accompany them to Nice and Monte Carlo, to see the
+Battle of Flowers, the Carnival Ball, and last, but not least, the
+Earthquake. This latter effect, in more senses than one, "brought down
+the house." In _Pleasure_ the stage-management is excellent throughout,
+and, of the joint authorship of the piece, I think I may safely say that
+its chief merit lies in the name of HARRIS. Not a mythical "HARRIS,"
+like unto the friend of _Mrs. Gamp_, but some one far more substantial,
+the great AUGUSTUS DRURIOLANUS himself. Whether one is gazing upon the
+Sheldonian Theatre (the background to an Oxford Mixture of no common
+kind), or the Barges, or the Promenade des Anglais, or the Carnival
+Ball, the presence of an excellent master of effect is seen in every
+group, in every detail.
+
+[Illustration: An Oxford Mixture.]
+
+_Pleasure_ is described as a Comedy-Drama, and the plot is not, perhaps,
+as strong as some of its predecessors. As "strength" at a theatre
+invariably spells "murder" or "sudden death," I am not at all sure that
+this absence of the ultra-melodramatic is not to be welcomed, in spite
+of the taste for the horrible which is supposed to be the characteristic
+of those who patronise the pit and gallery. But what the People (with a
+capital initial letter) lose in the ghastly, they certainly gain in the
+beautiful. If the scenery at Drury Lane of the Riviera does not cause
+"Personally conducted tours" to be more numerously attended next year
+than ever, I shall be more than surprised--I shall be disappointed. Even
+the Earthquake should not be a deterrent, for as far as I could learn
+from "the incident" at Drury Lane, no one was a penny the worse for the
+shaking. Even the unworthy _Lovell_ escaped--I fancy up the chimney. If
+this were so, it would only be in keeping with his character.
+
+In the first Drury Lane success, _The World_ (by the same authors as
+_Pleasure_), there was a wonderful clergyman, played by the late Mr.
+RYDER, whose cynicism was equal to his audacity. This strange
+ecclesiastic I remember, having sown an unusually large crop of wild
+oats in his youth, on his return from Evening Service in his middle age,
+imperiously refused to allow a lady to remain in his parish because she
+had once been deeply attached to him, and had loved him "not wisely, but
+too well." I shall never forget the dignified earnestness of the late
+Mr. RYDER as he explained to this lady his position as a married man,
+and sternly ordered her to move on. Had _Mr. Jack Lovell_ been ordained,
+I fancy he would have made an excellent curate to this reverend
+gentleman, and that between them they would have formed what is
+satirically termed a "pretty pair."
+
+It is possible that the original intention of the authors of _Pleasure_
+may have been to have conferred on the hero of their piece a Deanery, or
+even an Archbishopric, and that the recollection of this prior clerical
+creation may have influenced them to alter their contemplated Church
+patronage into a temporal peerage linked with twenty thousand a-year. Be
+this as it may, _Jack_ and his prototype will rest in my memory as
+companion pictures, of what a clergyman might, could, would (but should
+not) be. The scenery and the admirable stage-management make _Mr.
+Lovell_ and his doings bearable. They pull him through. For the rest,
+_Pleasure_ is an amusing play, well mounted, and capitally acted, and
+should keep the boards until December brings to Drury Lane and a
+delighted world the Christmas Pantomime. On the first night all went
+well up to the end of the Fifth Act; but the last, after the excitement
+of the Riviera scenes, came as rather an anti-climax.--I beg to sign
+myself, in compliment to and emulation of the Earthquake, ONE WHO HAD
+GONE TO PIECES.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A Hint to the Howlers.
+
+ BETWIXT Paddies who kick up wild hullabaloo,
+ And rude Radical raffs who will play the Yahoo,
+ There apparently is not a Tanner to choose;
+ Though the Irishmen boast of the better excuse!
+ Rads the Message of Peace will not hasten, I trow,
+ By taking a hand in this Donnybrook row.
+ To "trid on their coat-tails" is policy mad,
+ But to help them to swing the shillelagh's as bad.
+ To ape angry Pats in their weakness for fights,
+ Is the very worst way to get Ireland her "rights."
+
+ * * * * *
+
+AN ADDRESS TO PARLIAMENT.--Shut up!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: SEA-SIDE WEATHER STUDIES. SET FAIR. WHITBY.]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+"ON HIS OWN HOOK!"
+
+A POLITICAL "ANGLER'S SONG."
+
+(_Imitated, at a respectful distance, from Piscator's Song in "The
+Compleat Angler._")
+
+_Piscator pipeth_:--
+
+ Now private pique breeds party talk,
+ Some G. would bless, and some would baulk;
+ Some seem to find it pretty sport,
+ Changeful constituencies to court.
+ To share such games I do not wish,
+ No, for awhile, I'd rather--fish.
+
+ Just now I might to danger ride,
+ There's doubt about the winning side,
+ One's little game may often prove
+ Advanced by a _retiring_ move.
+ For faction's fetter, party's snare,
+ Whilst angling here I need not care.
+
+ Such recreation is there none,
+ As playing one's own game alone.
+ Aught else is risky, more or less,
+ And well may land one in a mess,
+ My hand alone my work can do,
+ Here I can fish, and study too.
+
+ I care not much to fish the seas,
+ Me party-angling more doth please;
+ My present task I contemplate
+ With patience, not with heart elate.
+ But in safe waters I would keep,
+ And floods at home run wild and deep.
+
+ I'm not _quite_ cocksure on which side
+ At present runs "the flowing tide;"
+ I'd not be stranded with the ebb--
+ I've shunned the Grand Old Spider's web;
+ I am not like a simple fly;
+ I take my hook, and mind my eye.
+
+ I'll not with Caucus gudgeons wait,
+ Prepared to gorge whatever bait.
+ How poor a thing, wire-pullers find,
+ Will captivate the Caucus mind!
+ Yet latterly, to my surprise,
+ Unto _my_ bait it fails to rise.
+
+ But here, though while I fish I fast
+ From the political repast,
+ Yet, as my new-found friends invite,
+ I'll take the swim, I'll watch the bite.
+ Should chance the Coalition dish,
+ _There_'d be a pretty kettle o' fish!
+
+ So I'm content this post to take,
+ Alone, but calm and wide awake.
+ Anglers "lie low" just now and then,
+ Much more so we fishers of men.
+ Here I can "bob," smoke, make a name,
+ And from afar watch the whole game.
+
+ I fancy that, were RANDOLPH here,
+ He'd smile, and share my bottled beer.
+ Both fishers we; by brain not book,
+ Take our own line, on our own hook.
+ I'll watch which way the home wind blows,
+ And when 'tis settled--well, who knows?
+
+ * * * * *
+
+AT HOME WITH ATOMS.
+
+DEAR MR. PUNCH,--After listening to Sir HENRY ROSCOE'S Address at the
+Free Trade Hall last evening, my brain feels very much like a "molecule
+on the eve of being broken into atoms," by the grandeur of the subject
+on which he discoursed, and as he so kindly told us this catastrophe
+"may be brought about not only by heat vibrations, but likewise by an
+electrical discharge at a comparatively low temperature," the present
+state of the weather rather adds to the anxiety I feel about the seat of
+my mental organisation. Still "there is a fundamental difference," he
+tells us, "between the question of separating the atoms in the molecule,
+and that of splitting up the atom itself," so that there seems to be a
+remote chance in any case of my preserving an atom or two of sound sense
+and intelligence in the midst of impending chaos, the more so, as "even
+the highest of terrestrial temperatures, that of the electric spark, has
+failed to shake any atom in two."
+
+In the course of his address Sir H. ROSCOE also said, "There is no such
+thing in nature as great or small." I was always considered the smallest
+in my family, and it seems difficult, though at the same time
+encouraging, to believe I am equal in physical quantities of height and
+weight to the other members. What such nice men say must be true--at any
+rate until something _truer_ is found out. I shall therefore cherish the
+idea I have hitherto been under a delusion. Mind may have some
+inscrutable quality wherewith to balance Matter. I remember my tallest
+sister was the one who thought least. Mind and Matter are now so much
+mixed, that they may be interchangeable molecules; who knows? Sir H.
+ROSCOE observed also that "heat is evolved by the clashing of the
+atoms." I felt how true that was when we twelve molecules quarrelled as
+children.
+
+I think, _Mr. Punch_, for a woman, I have gathered a great deal of
+information in a few hours.
+
+Yours truthfully,
+THE BETTER HALF OF SOMEBODY.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+THE PECCANT MEMBER.
+
+_A Wail by a Weary One._
+
+ PARLIAMENT sitting still--and in September!
+ It's all along of "the unruly member"--
+ That is, the tongue. But, to adapt it duly
+ To modern days, it should be called _Home_-Ruly!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+"NOT IN THE HUNTS."--Mr. SANDERS.
+
+[Illustration: "ON HIS OWN HOOK!"
+
+JUDICIOUS JOE. "A BIT ROUGH--BUT, PLEASANTER THAN _HOME WATERS_--JUST
+NOW!"]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: STREET PUZZLE. TO FIND LAW AND ORDER.
+
+STRAND, 10·45 P.M.]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+CIRCUS PERFORMANCES.
+
+SIR,--I see that there is a senseless outcry against the proposed plan
+of the Board of Works to build on a portion of the open space now
+available at Piccadilly Circus, and I write to protest against the
+pestilent heresy that prompts it. What, Sir, I ask, has the Board to do
+with "beauty"? As a public body, responsible to the ratepayers, they
+have only one thing to consider, and that is, "utility." Why, then,
+should they not seize upon every vacant inch of ground at their
+disposal, and convert it into a Central Pig Market? Such a thing could
+not be better installed than at the end of Regent Street, and here is
+the very site for it. Expecting to see some active steps taken to set
+this on foot, I am, Sir, your obedient Servant, NOTHING IF NOT
+PRACTICAL.
+
+SIR,--Your Correspondent, "ONE WITH AN EYE TO THE SUBLIME," is right in
+attacking the gross Vandalism of the Board, but, in his proposed scheme
+for statues and fountains, he falls miserably short of what is really
+wanted to make Piccadilly Circus what it should be; namely, the grandest
+open space in Europe. The ground should be cleared from St. James's
+Church to Leicester Square, East and West, and opened up southwards the
+whole width to the Duke of York's Column. Upon the space so secured, a
+white marble pavement, broken only by colossal water-works, groups of
+classic statuary, splendid monuments, and groves of orange-trees, should
+be laid, and here, to the plash of silvery cascades, utterly
+outrivalling the greatest display of which Versailles is capable, and,
+to the music of half-a-dozen separate military bands, the jaded Londoner
+should disport himself from morn to dewy eve. You ask as to the cost.
+Well, a rate of fifteen shillings in the pound for a hundred and fifty
+years would soon settle that, and I am sure there is not a taxpayer in
+the parishes immediately concerned who would not willingly jump at this
+trifling charge to see the scheme realised. At least, this is the view
+at the present moment taken of the matter by Yours, obediently, AN
+ENTHUSIASTIC OUTSIDER.
+
+
+SIR,--They are talking of pulling down St. Mary-le-Strand and wish to
+cut off the steps of St. Martin's. Why not _move them both_ and set them
+up back to back on the disputed ground? One could face Piccadilly and
+the other look up Coventry Street. The idea is a happy one and has the
+merit of bringing together in juxtaposition the works of our two great
+_Renaissance_ architects GIBBS and WREN. I offer it to your artistic
+readers for what it is worth and beg to subscribe myself, Yours,
+tentatively, A LOCAL MECÆNAS.
+
+
+Sir,--There was some time since some sensible talk of erecting a
+gigantic iron tower in the neighbourhood of the St. Martin's Baths and
+Wash Houses. Surely no finer site could be found for such an erection
+than that provided by Piccadilly Circus. Here, with a sufficiently ample
+base, such for instance as could be furnished by the entire available
+space in question, a thing of the kind might rise to, say, the height of
+1,000 feet and have one, two or even three theatres at the top. Several
+restaurants could be accommodated on the upper floors, and the lower 500
+feet might be partly relegated to a sausage manufactory and partly let
+out in chambers. The whole would afford a pleasing and striking _coup
+d'oeil_ to any one approaching it either from Waterloo Place,
+Piccadilly or Shaftesbury Avenue, and prove, I think, a happy compromise
+and solution of the somewhat vexed question of the utilisation of the
+disputed space. At least, so the matter strikes your suggestive
+Correspondent, A HOPEFUL ÆDILE.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+LEARNING THE LANGUAGE.
+
+_A Page from his Bulgarian Ollendorff._
+
+HAVE you perceived the Triumphal Arch at the entry of the City?
+
+No, I have not perceived the Triumphal Arch at the entry of the City,
+but I have noticed the cold shoulder of the Generals.
+
+This must be the congratulatory Round Robin of the Officers.
+
+Yes, it is the congratulatory Round Robin of the Officers, but here also
+is the placard proclaiming me a Usurper.
+
+Has the Snub arrived from the Porte?
+
+Yes, the Snub has arrived from the Porte, and with it the Ultimatum from
+the CZAR.
+
+In any emergency would you depend upon the omnibus horse provided for
+you by the War Department?
+
+No, in any emergency I would not depend upon the omnibus horse provided
+for me by the War Department, but on the list of trains proceeding to
+the frontier, as furnished in the local _Bradshaw_.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: NAUGHTICAL?
+
+_Yachting Friend (playfully)._ "HAVE YOU ANY EXPERIENCE OF SQUALLS,
+BROWN?"
+
+_Brown._ "SQUALLS!" (_Seriously._) "MY DEAR SIR, I'VE BROUGHT UP TEN IN
+FAMILY!"]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+FOR AN IRISH TRIP.
+
+(_Some Preparatory Memoranda._)
+
+1. To get up the early Celtic history, and establish my undoubted right
+to call myself an Irishman, by tracing my pedigree directly back to
+FERGUS THE FIRST.
+
+2. Lend colourable certainty to this by hiring a low-comedy Donnybrook
+Fair suit from NATHAN'S, and wearing it on all public occasions.
+
+3. Make arrangements to take a dozen lessons in jig-dancing and
+shillelagh-flourishing from some recognised Music-Hall celebrity engaged
+in this special line of business.
+
+4. Get the words of the _We'll have the Tail off the Cow, Pat_, and
+other patriotic songs, by heart, and have an encore verse ready in case
+of being called upon to give it in any popular emergency.
+
+5. Familiarise myself with the use of such expressions as "Whist!
+Whist!" "Arrah! are ye shure now," "divil a bit!" and other Irish
+colloquialisms, and accustom myself to interspersing my orations with
+shrill whoops to give emphasis to a sentence or point to a period as
+occasion may require or suggest.
+
+6. Conceive a defence of boycotting and bring it oratorically, in an
+airy and genial way, within a measurable distance of legality, and back
+it up if possible with some biblical and Homeric analogies.
+
+7. Study the Plan of Campaign practically, by hurling boiling pitch,
+meal, lime and brickbats through a besieged cabin-window into the faces
+of imaginary constabulary without.
+
+8. Habituate myself to mild indulgence in "potheen," occasional drinking
+of confusion to the "Sassenach," and to taking care not to lose sight of
+my return ticket.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+CASE-O'-MY-BANKER.
+
+(_The Story of Another Child._)
+
+ THE Boy stood in the sweltering street,
+ Whence all but he had fled;
+ The fast-departing dog-days' heat,
+ Flamed full upon his head.
+
+ He was not beautiful nor bright,
+ Nor born to rule the storm;
+ A most unlucky urban wight;
+ A small, yet grimy, form.
+
+ His parents could not grant the boon
+ --A fortnight's Country air;
+ They would have spared him precious soon,
+ But had no cash to spare!
+
+ He called aloud: "Kind Public, say,
+ If me you have forgot!"
+ But far from Town the Public play
+ Unconscious of his lot.
+
+ "Speak, millionnaires," again he cried,
+ "If I may not levant!"
+ And but the falling leaves replied,
+ And daylight growing scant.
+
+ Upon his brow he felt the breath
+ Of summer slowly fail,
+ And looked and prayed for kindly aid,
+ As seaman for a sail.
+
+ Meanwhile the Children's Country Fund,
+ Formed near the roaring Strand,
+ (At Buck'n'ham Street, the Number Ten,)
+ Had no more cash in hand!
+
+ He murmured faintly once again,
+ "Kind Public, must I stay?"
+ While to the seaside cab and train
+ Bore happier lads away.
+
+ * * *
+
+ Ah, Public! You this Summer's heat
+ Have felt at Pleasure's marts;
+ Think how you'd like it in the street,
+ Before it quite departs!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A Real Sporting Event.
+
+ARROW-THROWING is said to be the latest new sport--in Yorkshire.
+Newer even than Frog-spearing in France! What next? Perhaps "Javelin-men"
+will soon mean something modern, and not perfunctory. Then
+"Hatchet-throwing"--in a sense having no relation to travellers'
+taradiddles--may become the vogue; and Mr. HANBURY, who is so much
+concerned about the Salary of the Master of the Hawks, may move in the
+House to have it transferred to a new and actual public functionary--the
+Master of the Tomahawks.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+GEOLOGISTS talk learnedly about the immense antiquity of what they call
+"the Coal measures." The modern coal-measures, needed now, are measures
+for arming our Coaling Stations.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
+
+_From the Notes of a Colleague of the Member for Barkshire._
+
+_House of Commons, Monday, August 29._--I was afraid that TOBY would
+give himself a holiday. For some time since the Whips have kept an
+uneasy eye upon the most independent, the most talented, the most
+industrious of their following. And now he has gone! "He will return--I
+know he will," before the end of the Session; but for the moment he is
+away--the deadly dulness that prevailed at Westminster a fortnight since
+was too much for him; and so I follow him in the House--be it well
+understood, at a respectful distance. His absence will not be pleasing
+to any one--even the sprightly AKERS DOUGLAS, forgetting for the moment
+the destination of votes, will regret him. But, as he good-naturedly
+observes, under the impression that he is adapting SHAKSPEARE to the
+exigencies of the situation, "Votes may come and votes may go, but the
+Session seemingly goes on for ever!"
+
+[Illustration: A. Ak-rs D--gl-s.]
+
+To return to August 29. The Patriots have determined it shall be a grand
+week for the "Ould Counthry." Many previous weeks have been equally
+grand weeks, or as they would put it "months." When the SPEAKER took his
+seat, scarcely a quorum present. Ministerialists "in reserve," (like
+policemen when some one writes to tell Sir C. WARREN he is going to
+demonstrate in Trafalgar Square) in various parts of the House.
+Gladstonian Whips well _en évidence_ to act as guides to sole
+representatives of the Non-Dissentient Liberals, WOODALL and CHILDERS.
+
+Unprejudiced North Briton DOUGLAS CRAWFORD has a question for young
+NORTHCOTE about pig-iron and coal. Seemingly Scotch firms have been
+overlooked. Surveyor-General of Ordnance very gravely answers question,
+goes home and tenders his resignation, "in consequence of recommendation
+of Committee reporting upon War Office organising and suggesting
+changes." NORTHCOTE had enough of it. Couldn't even say something funny
+about "burning questions _re_ coal generally ending in smoke."
+
+After JOICEY had wanted to know why great guns should be let off at
+Tynemouth Castle, and STANHOPE had promised that for the future they
+should be fired (if possible) in a whisper ("Savours of a bang," put in
+CHILDERS, _sotto voce_), the Irish gentlemen got to their favourite
+sport, KING-HARMAN baiting. They had one or two good sets-to, making it
+particularly unpleasant for the Under Secretary about the trial of
+O'BRIEN, Resident Magistrates, and Horse-breeding. But this "illigant
+divarsion" was only a sort of _hors d'oeuvres_ to the _pièce de
+résistance_, "Supply--Irish Votes," which was as strong and savoury as
+the National Stew itself.
+
+DILLON began the ball by moving a reduction of the Constabulary Votes,
+saying that the chief duties of the officers were, driving out with the
+Country Gentlemen, flirting with all the Young Girls, and shooting with
+the Landlords.
+
+[Illustration: H. N-rthc-te.]
+
+"Ah, so it is," said JOSEPH GILLIS, with a flush of scarlet indignation
+mounting his noble brow, "It's not the driving and shooting I object
+to--it's the flirting!"
+
+JOSEPH GILLIS is very excitable when the fair sex is mentioned, and no
+doubt meant what he said.
+
+TIM HEALY followed on, regretting that GRANDOLPH was not there, no doubt
+for the same reason that the Irish gentleman with a shillelagh was sorry
+to see no bald pates neat and handy. He said that the Boycotted were the
+happiest inmates of the distressful country, possibly feeling that they
+had plenty of time for drinking and fighting.
+
+Then the various votes were taken and "talked at," in the customary way
+until the hands of the clock marked Three in the morning. Whenever a
+chance showed itself of a war-whoop--whiz--and down came the club upon
+somebody--anybody. A couple of hours after midnight the Irishmen became
+more conciliatory, soothed by the thought that on the following evening
+they would have KING-HARMAN at their mercy.
+
+"He will take a deal of bating," said TIM, "but whist, you will see how
+I shall get at him. He's been to Cremorne----"
+
+"Fie, for shame!" cried JOSEPH GILLIS, "don't talk of such sinful
+places!"
+
+[Illustration: Sm-ll and B-gg-r.]
+
+_Tuesday._--Lords had a real good afternoon's work. The LORD CHANCELLOR
+(with his usual grace--rather suggestive of the _pavan_ in the Gray's
+Inn Maske) took his seat at 4·30. Squabble about the Woman's Suffrage
+Bill, which, after being deferred for six months, had come up
+again--scowling. Lord DENMAN proposed "previous question," but LORD
+CHANCELLOR (great tactician, but not great lawyer) suggested the matter
+should stand over until the next sitting. Reproach of "got no work to
+do" consequently removed from the Upper House.
+
+Lords adjourned at Five o'Clock for a week, to recover from their
+exertions.
+
+"Whist, bhoys, be aisy now," said TIM, in the Commons, when KING-HARMAN
+was seen going to his dinner. Then came the deluge.
+
+"It is grand, Sorr," said the only Home-Ruler who does not use an
+accent; "it is just illigant, Sorr; and it's myself is proud of this
+day."
+
+TIM walked into the Under Secretary with "joy." He "scathed" him, and
+said all manner of things about him. He used, amongst other weapons his
+legal knowledge (TIM is a great authority upon all legal questions) to
+describe him as a "returned convict."
+
+"Look at that now!" observed JOSEPH GILLIS. "It's disgraceful that we
+should be ruled by a man who has assaulted the perlice!"
+
+In the midst of the excitement KING-HARMAN suddenly returned from his
+dinner. No doubt he had sacrificed, in his haste to defend himself, or
+rather, what the only Home-Ruler who does not use an accent calls his
+"Ka-rack-tare," from the aspersions of the "inimy," three courses, a
+dessert, to say nothing of a cup of coffee and a _chasse_. He drew a
+picture of being a lad of two-and-twenty when he assaulted the police at
+Cremorne. Would not Hon. Members of Home-Rule persuasion have done the
+same at that age? Indignant denial of the entire Home-Rule Party, who
+are horrified this suggestion! "Would _they_ tread on the tail of
+anybody's coat? And at two-and-twenty? Look at that, now! Bedad! they
+would just like to get at the Under Secretary's head with a shillelagh
+for making such a suggestion."
+
+And so the war was carried on, TIM'S heart being at last softened by
+KING-HARMAN declaring that he had saved him from ill-treatment at
+Dungannon at the hands of some gentlemen who wanted to show him "how to
+cheer for the QUEEN" with a stick. "I got hold of the men by the neck
+and hurled them back," cried KING-HARMAN, unsuccessfully controlling his
+emotion, "and now he--he--he says I got into a ro--ow--ow at Cremorne."
+
+[Illustration: M-tth-ws.]
+
+"Craymorne, not Cremorne," shouted the Home-Rulers who are proud of
+accuracy.
+
+And while all this excitement reigned around, the HOME SECRETARY sat
+smiling, glad for once and away to be out of his customary hot corner.
+However, all passed off peacefully and no bones were broken.
+
+_Thursday._--House very thin during Question Time, and attendance of
+Ministerialists during the entire sitting very scanty, considering the
+programme. Then there was an incident. Incident came about this way.
+DILLON had been seen during hour allowed for Minister-baiting reading
+the huge print of an enormous green placard. First impression he had
+grown short-sighted, and required larger type; second, that he meant
+mischief. Second impression right one. So to raise the question of the
+proclamation of the Ennis County Clare Meeting he asked permission to
+move adjournment of debate. SPEAKER put it, were there requisite number
+of Members present ready to sanction a regular first-class, A 1,
+whack-where-you-will, go-as-you-please, Irish row? SPEAKER used more
+Parliamentary language than this, but that was about his meaning. Sixty
+Members sprang to their feet to testify their desire not to quarrel, but
+to uphold constitutional privileges in the most peaceable manner in the
+world. And then the row began.
+
+DILLON had first shot. Meeting was to be of the most peaceful character.
+All that the boys wanted to do was to remind one another of their
+inalienable right to denounce the wanton and overbearing conduct of the
+Government. They would say this in the most illigant manner imaginable,
+without giving offence to anybody. He was going to speak to the boys
+himself, and so was Mr. WILLIAM O'BRIEN, and so was Mr. PHILIP STANHOPE.
+Sure, now, what harm could there be, especially as the meeting was not
+to be held in a part of the country that wanted pacifying? And because
+some rack-renting landlords, wild with fury, and shaking in their shoes
+with apprehension, asked for it to be proclaimed, it was to be! Could
+this be tolerated? No! He would be off that very evening to brave the
+bayonet, the buckshot, the battle and the breeze!
+
+BALFOUR mildly remonstrating. Ennis, County Clare, best possible place
+in the world; but meeting might cause peasantry to lose the Arcadian
+innocence for which they are at present distinguished. Murmurs from
+Home-Rulers, and, later on, "outrage" by PHIL STANHOPE, who actually had
+the audacity to speak of Chief Secretary as a "whimsical and
+lackadaisical gentleman." The SPEAKER sprang to his feet, and sharply
+rebuked the outrager. Only fancy! Calling ARTHUR BALFOUR'S manner
+whimsical! and lackadaisical! So monstrous! So blood-curdling! so
+untrue!
+
+The usual gentlemen who patronise the "divarsion" having had their full
+share of the fun, the debate was brought to a conclusion. Then the
+gentlemen turned their attention to the remaining Irish Estimates, and
+enjoyed themselves until the next morning.
+
+_Friday and Saturday._--Sittings at this time of the year get so mixed,
+that they take two days to give a single date. Committee of the House as
+before; Irish Estimates as before; "illigant divarsion" as before. And
+so, half asleep, the remains of what, a few months ago, had been a
+self-respecting House of Commons continued its dreary Session.
+
+_Total for the Week._--Irish Business carried on in Irish manner, and
+CHAMBERLAIN booked for Canada.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+SOME NOTES AT STARMOUTH.
+
+AN outcast once more! I exchange the blessing invoked on the perfidious
+PLAPPER for curse of equal calibre. On--on--like the Wandering Jew, or
+the Pilgrim of Love. No rest but the hotel for me! Starmouth landladies
+beginning to enter into the humour of the thing--they appear now with a
+broad grin, repeated on faces of accepted lodgers at windows. They
+evidently do not consider me a sound investment. Meet other homeless
+ones, searching--we scowl at one another jealously.
+
+[Illustration: Sound Investment.]
+
+Evening is getting on--which is more than I am. Sinking into a state of
+maudlin self-pity. My poor Drama--and all the things I ordered to be
+sent in to PLAPPER'S! He, or his lodger, will read by _my_ lamp, bathe
+in _my_ bath, feed on my jam--while I ... but I cannot trust myself to
+think of it--or Starmouth may lose one of its leading opticians?...
+Later--_saved!_ It still seems incredible to me--but I have rooms at
+last! At Mrs. SURGE'S--a widow lady, who, as she tells me herself, has
+not been in a hurry to put up her card, as she likes "to pick her
+lodgers." And she has picked Me--me, the Blighted, the scorned of
+Starmouth! No sea-view--but plenty of horsehair. Sunflowers and
+mignonette in long front garden; bow-window, and regiment of geraniums
+drawn up in pots on little table. Go back, and recover luggage.
+
+Return to Mrs. SURGE'S roof, not without nervous apprehensions--she may
+repent, or I might find the house a smoking ruin. Can't get over an idea
+that the Fates are pursuing me. However, they seem to be taking a rest
+just now. I am free at last to study Starmouth. Hitherto I have had eyes
+for nothing but little cards with "Apartments" on them.
+
+No doubt about Starmouth being full. Streets crowded. Most of the young
+men promenading in flannels and cricket "blazers," of startling
+brilliancy. Children, young girls, and stout matrons in striped linen
+yachting-caps. (When you are elderly, and at all stout, you do _not_
+appear to advantage in this form of head-dress.) _Chars-à-bancs_, flys,
+tricycles, goat-chaises. Always thought Starmouth was a picturesque
+fishing-village, with windmills, wooden huts, and drying-nets along
+beach. It isn't.
+
+Still, of course, the change from all London associations, the absolute
+quiet must have tendency to refresh the fagged brain. (Always rather a
+gratifying reflection somehow, to think one has a fagged brain.) I
+observe they are doing _Our Boys_ at the theatre. At the Aquarium are
+the BUFFON Brothers with their celebrated Acrobatic Ass "from all the
+London Music-Halls." Switchback Railway, too, on the beach, and
+automatic machines about every five yards. Plenty of life here.
+
+[Illustration: Is-linked-on.]
+
+I am becoming gradually aware that Starmouth, though full, is not
+exactly fashionable. I infer this, partly from the fact that already I
+instinctively turn round to look curiously at the speaker, when I hear a
+duly aspirated "h," _à la mode d'Islington_, partly from the prevalence
+and popularity of the whelk-stalls on the Esplanade. Really good
+society, even in its laxest mood, would scarcely support quite so many.
+
+On the Pier. Military Band. View of Beach from sea very beautiful at
+night, fairy-like effect of continuous line of light from whelk-stalls.
+Yet one would hesitate to put a touch of description like that into a
+novel--curious the prudery of fiction, your realistic French author
+would describe contents of all the little saucers. That is _Art_, and I
+shall see if I can work it in to my drama somehow.
+
+Leave Pier. Back to Esplanade. Crowd round young man singing to
+concertina a ditty about a certain JEMIMA who though "so fond of her
+beer, was always a Mug."
+
+Sentimental Song, to harp, at next corner. About a Stowaway, with golden
+curls, and "dear baby lips," and "sweet little eyes," how a cruel Mate
+found him in the hold, and was so touched that he kissed him on the
+forehead for speaking the "tree-youth," and the crew wept. Most
+pathetic--Singer himself compelled to retire to public-house at
+conclusion.
+
+Bed. Dream my Nautical Drama accepted by Mr. IRVING--a _waking_ dream,
+too!
+
+_Sunday._--Breakfast. My landlady evidently person of strict propriety.
+My two boiled eggs come in dressed in little red-worsted petticoats. It
+never occurred to me before that a bare egg was calculated to call up a
+blush--but really they make me feel almost shy now--they do look so coy,
+so modest in their simple attire. Possibly, though, Starmouth eggs are
+not very strong, and require artificial warmth.
+
+[Illustration: Holloway.]
+
+Bells. Stream of people, looking good, in tall hats and best things,
+going inland--unregenerate stream, in tweeds, making for sands.
+Salvation Army, with fervent but tactless drum. Sunday not a day for
+Nautical Drama. Beach, "Will I take a tract?" Hate being rude, so
+accept.... I have gone a hundred yards, and I have fourteen
+tracts--almost enough to start distributing on my own account.
+
+_Evening._--Sacred Music. That is, I go to pier when Military Band is
+playing. Band certainly broad in its views--I find them performing an
+unmistakable polka. There are sacred dances, I know, in Oratorios--but
+surely not _polkas_? As they follow it up with _Faust_, and the
+_Jeunesse Dorée_ Valse, I realise that I am on the secular, or Trafalgar
+Pier--it is _Waterloo_ Pier that has the Sacred Band.
+
+Crush tremendous; all the art, chivalry, and beauty of Holloway and Mile
+End pass in dazzling procession before me. "Shouldn't you laugh if this
+old pier was to come down, eh? There's a tidy lot on it," observes a
+Blazer to a Yachting Cap. "I should 'ang on to you if it did," responds
+the Cap, tenderly--"we'd all gow down together!"
+
+[Illustration: My Lend.]
+
+The pier is certainly crowded--is it strong? Don't like the idea of
+going down with my Drama unwritten. Shall retire--good night's rest, and
+then start fresh with Drama in morning.
+
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+<h1>PUNCH,<br />
+
+OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.</h1>
+
+<h2>VOLUME 93.</h2>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<h2>SEPTEMBER 10, 1887.</h2>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
+
+<h2>STRANGE ADVENTURES OF ASCENA LUKINGLASSE.</h2>
+
+<center>(<i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Phil Uppes</span>, <i>Author of "An Out-of-Luck Young Man," "Jack and Jill
+went up the Hill," "The Bishop and his Grandmother," &amp;c.</i>)<br /><br />
+
+<span class="smcap">Ascena's Narrative.</span></center>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">The</span> story which I have to tell is more than strange. It is so terrible,
+so incredible, so entirely contrary to all that any ordinary reader of
+the <i>London Journal</i> or the "penny dreadfuls" has ever heard of, that
+even now I have some doubt in telling it. I happen, however, to know it
+is true, and so does my husband. My husband will come in presently with
+his narrative. There! that ought to make you curious. A very good
+commencement.</p>
+
+<p>My early life was uneventful. I was a foundling. I was left with two old
+ladies (I fancy I may work them up some day into "character" sketches)
+by a perfect gentleman, who, after giving them &pound;200, went away the next
+morning to Vienna for ever. He left with these two old ladies a little
+wardrobe full of clothes, but there was not a mark, nor so much as an
+initial, upon a single thing. They had all been cut out with a sharp
+pair of scissors.</p>
+
+<p>This again ought to excite your curiosity. Bear it in mind. Mysterious
+parentage&mdash;no mother, no marks, and father gone to Vienna for ever.</p>
+
+<p>The two old ladies kept a school, in which I first was a scholar, then a
+teacher. There I remained until I was seventeen, when I was tall and
+strong for my age, and looked more like three or four and twenty. One
+day one of the old ladies said to me&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Now, my dear, I will tell you what we are going to do. We are going to
+sell the school, and buy a little cottage at Bognor. It doesn't face the
+sea, and just holds two. So, as we have considered you more or less our
+own daughter, we are going to kick you out. Now don't let's talk any
+more about it to-day, but tell us to-morrow at breakfast, like a dear
+good girl, that we are going to do what you wish."</p>
+
+<p>"I shall tell you to-morrow," I answered, firmly. "I'll pretend to think
+the matter over with all my might and main, until to-morrow morning, and
+then give you an answer as solemnly weighed, and as carefully set out,
+as a Saturday afternoon essay."</p>
+
+<p>So I was kicked out.</p>
+
+<p>I became a governess in the household of Mrs. <span class="smcap">Cowstream</span>. That household
+consisted of the master, whose manner was what old ladies in
+Lincolnshire call "rampageous," the children, who were, beyond doubt,
+hopelessly dull, and the mistress, who was colourless.</p>
+
+<p>Nothing particularly happened save my dismissal (after receiving a
+salary of about a thousand to twelve-hundred a year) within six months.
+With about four-hundred pounds in hand I went to the Charing Cross
+Hotel.</p>
+
+<p>I feel I am a little plot-less. So far: foundling, old ladies at Bognor,
+aimless engagement by Mrs. <span class="smcap">Cowstream</span> and advertisement for the Charing
+Cross Hotel. All good in their way, but not quite enough. I want an
+incident. I have it.</p>
+
+<p>Having untold gold, I thought I would buy some gloves in the Tottenham
+Court Road. I entered an omnibus, was much struck by an old woman who
+sat next me, bought the gloves, was arrested as a thief for passing
+false money and saved from penal servitude for life by old woman. Come,
+there's action for you! Still, I don't know why it is, but we don't seem
+to get much "forrader."</p>
+
+<p>The old woman hurried me about from place to place feeding me simply on
+grapes and bonbons. For some reason I was not allowed to know where I
+was. I didn't want to, and not caring a brass-farthing for the selfish
+old ladies at Bognor, it mattered nothing to me whether they heard from
+me or not. After a time the old woman asked me to sign this with my
+blood.</p>
+
+<p>"In consideration of seven pounds a week, I agree to sell my dreams
+between sunset and sunrise, the payment ceasing on my death, and my
+dreams, if any, immediately becoming only, and unconditionally my own."</p>
+
+<p>I broke out laughing and signed it. Then the old woman said:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I am old enough to be your mother, and I am sure you know I feel kindly
+towards you. I am not entirely my own mistress&mdash;think well of me if you
+can."</p>
+
+<p>Then placing by my side a little bottle of champagne, potted meats,
+Devonshire cream, and dainty biscuits of various kinds, she left me. The
+next day I was kicked out and carried in a carriage to Dawlish. I had a
+nice little dinner&mdash;tender beefsteak, new potatoes, asparagus and
+spinach, a bottle of sound port and a ripe stilton. After this, somehow
+or other, I had a restless night. I was tormented with strange dreams in
+which appeared a person whom I had never seen in my life. Certainly not
+that I can remember. He was an old man wearing an immense opal on his
+right-hand little finger. I had never seen such an opal before. The
+dream was confused, I can only give these facts about it.</p>
+
+<p>Let's see how I am getting on. Mysterious parentage. School life. Old
+woman in omnibus, ghastly-comical agreement, heavy dinner and consequent
+nightmare. Is that all? No, I have forgotten the advertisement for the
+Charing Cross Hotel. All told, I can't say that there is much in my
+story. Must get on. More heavy dinners, more nightmares. Went to
+Brighton. Saw Doctor who said, "Your nerves are out of order, you are
+suffering from a malady called Incipient Detearia. What do you drink?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing but port, maraschino, and champagne."</p>
+
+<p>"Quite right. Persevere. I am going away for a fortnight. Continue your
+diet, and, when I return, I will come and see you again. By that time
+your malady will have reached an acute stage. By the way, do you ever
+eat?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not as much as I drink. I sometimes have a plate of turtle soup, but
+chiefly as an excuse for a glass of punch."</p>
+
+<p>"Quite so. Good day."</p>
+
+<p>After this, my dreams became more and more confused, and I grew quite
+ill. Then I met a gentleman at the <i>table d'h&ocirc;te</i>, called Captain
+<span class="smcap">Charles</span>. He was most kind, asked me on board his yacht, and, when we had
+got to Dieppe, said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Miss <span class="smcap">Ascena</span>, I think we both understand each other. I am afraid I have
+done very wrong in kidnapping you. Well, now, I am going to put a
+question to you, straight and fair. When the yacht slipped anchor at
+Brighton, I had a marriage-licence in our names, in a morocco case in my
+pocket, upon which any clergyman on the Continent is bound to act. It's
+no Gretna-Green business, I can assure you."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll talk about it this afternoon, if I am well enough," I said,
+holding on to a rope (it was very rough), and, feeling myself turning
+deadly pale.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you married already?" he asked, with a something like a choking in
+his mouth.</p>
+
+<p>"No, no, no," I cried. "I like you very much."</p>
+
+<p>I got out of the general embarrassment by fainting away until I found
+myself in the Hotel Royal, Dieppe.</p>
+
+<p>Again I pause to say that I fancy somehow I am making a mess of this
+story. To my list I have added an absolutely pointless and superfluous
+case of kidnapping, which would be unpleasant were it not ridiculous.</p>
+
+<p>Well, the Doctor came, and said I was to have a large glass of port wine
+and a small glass of beef tea every ten minutes. This did me good. After
+a few hours of this treatment, feeling more communicative, I told
+Captain <span class="smcap">Charles</span> all I have written here. I also explained to him my
+difficulty in carrying on my tale without a <i>collaborateur</i>.</p>
+
+<p>He stooped over me, kissed me gently on the forehead, and said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind, dearest. I will send for a curious old man from Strasburg,
+and have myself a shot at the story. Two pens are better than one."</p>
+
+<p>I could only wonder how it would all end, and, vaguely hope for the
+best.</p>
+
+<center><span class="smcap">Captain Charles' Narrative.</span></center>
+
+<p>My name is <span class="smcap">Albert Charles</span>. I have a curious old friend who lives at
+Strasburg, called <span class="smcap">Outhouse</span>. I am <span class="smcap">Charles</span>, his friend. I wrote to
+<span class="smcap">Outhouse</span> and told him Miss <span class="smcap">Lukinglasse's</span> story&mdash;of course, in
+unscientific language. He replied, it was deeply interesting, and he
+would come to me at once. He arrived, and immediately performed the old
+"drop of ink trick," where, it will be remembered, a chap is made to
+describe what he sees in a little writing-fluid.</p>
+
+<p>Then <span class="smcap">Outhouse</span> turned to me with a strangely solemn face.</p>
+
+<p>"We have got our finger," said he, "on the tarantula in his hole, the
+viper in his lair, the <i>pieuvre</i> in his cave. Such monsters should not
+be allowed to live."</p>
+
+<p>I was bewildered. We made our way from Newhaven to Chislehurst. We
+called upon the old man with the opal, of whom we had so often talked.
+He trembled. <span class="smcap">Outhouse</span> seemed to swell to twice his natural height. Then
+the old chap with the opal appeared to wither under his gaze. Then he
+changed to all manner of colours, and literally exploded. He went off
+with a feeble bang, like a cheap firework. Not waiting to pick up his
+pieces, we returned to Dieppe, collared the omnibus old woman (whom we
+found on the point of strangling <span class="smcap">Ascena</span>), and got her sent to prison,
+where she very properly committed suicide to save us further
+embarrassment. After these preliminaries had been successfully
+accomplished, I am pleased to say that <span class="smcap">Ascena</span> enjoyed peaceful dreams
+and sweet repose.</p>
+
+<p>There now! I have cleared up things pretty well, and don't think it bad
+for a first attempt.</p>
+
+<center><span class="smcap">Ascena's Narrative.</span></center>
+
+<p>I am married to Captain <span class="smcap">Charles</span>, and <span class="smcap">Outhouse</span> is to live with us for
+ever. This is pleasant. I am a little disappointed that circumstances
+over which I have no control should prevent me from telling you why I
+was a foundling, what was done with my juvenile wardrobe, why my father
+never returned from Vienna, what on earth became of my dreams when I
+sold them to somebody or other for a pound a day&mdash;in fact, what it is
+all about. You will say that I am a fraud, a mistake, an unconsidered
+trifle. You will be right. Mrs. Captain <span class="smcap">Charles</span> is very stupid and
+commonplace. Alas! there has been a great falling off since the days of
+<span class="smcap">Ascena Lukinglasse</span>!</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 60%">
+<a href="images/110.png">
+<img src="images/110.png" width="100%" alt="A PARVENU" /></a>
+<h4>A PARVENU.</h4>
+<center>(THE COMING ARISTOCRACY OF MIND.)</center><br />
+<p><i>He.</i> "<span class="smcap">Charming Youth, that Young Bellamy&mdash;such a refined and cultivated
+Intellect! When you think what he's <i>risen</i> from, poor Fellow, it really
+does him credit!</span>"</p>
+<p><i>She.</i> "<span class="smcap">Why, were his People&mdash;a&mdash;inferiah!</span>"</p>
+<p><i>He.</i> "<span class="smcap">Well, yes. His Grandfather's an Earl, you know, and his Uncle's a
+Bishop; and he <i>himself</i> is Heir to an old Baronetcy with Eighty
+Thousand a year!</span>"</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>A TALE OF TERROR.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">He</span> sat, or rather grovelled, amongst a pile of daily newspapers. His
+eyes were wilder, much wilder, than the Wild West of <span class="smcap">Buffalo-Bill</span>, his
+hair was as dishevelled as that of an infuriated Irish M.P. after an
+All-night Sitting. He looked as mad as a hatter.</p>
+
+<p>"What ails you?" I inquired, sympathetically, soothingly. For all
+answer&mdash;as the ebulliently sentimental she-novelist saith&mdash;he pointed to
+the pell-mell pile of morning papers.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor fellow!" said I. "Have you then been trying to understand Sir
+<span class="smcap">Henry Roscoe's</span> erudite Address to the British Association?"</p>
+
+<p>He shook his head emphatically.</p>
+
+<p>"Or to make head or tail, flesh, fowl, or good red herring of one of
+<span class="smcap">Auberon Herbert's</span> acidulous jeremiads?"</p>
+
+<p>Again he shook his head, and tore his hair at the same time.</p>
+
+<p>"Or to learn from <span class="smcap">Matthew Arnold's</span> moony meanderings, complacent
+assumptions, and tart imputations, what is the real nature of his
+favourite, quiet, reasonable person,</p>
+
+<p>
+'Asperitatis et invidi&aelig; corrector et ir&aelig;?'"<br />
+</p>
+
+<p>Once more that action of decided dissent.</p>
+
+<p>"Then perhaps you have been trying to find the 'sweet reasonableness,'
+and the invaluable 'dry light' of Science in Professor <span class="smcap">Tyndall's</span> furious
+fulminations from the Alps?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nay, nay, not so," he sobbed, insanely.</p>
+
+<p>"You may have been endeavouring to reconcile all Mr. <span class="smcap">Gladstone's</span>
+Home-Rule utterances during the last ten years, to identify the Mr.
+<span class="smcap">Bright</span> of to-day with the People's Tribune of forty years syne, to
+measure the motives of Mr. <span class="smcap">Chamberlain</span>, or appraise the intrinsic
+importance of <span class="smcap">Jesse</span>, 'the Member for Three Acres and a Cow?'"</p>
+
+<p>"Alas, no!"</p>
+
+<p>"Humph! You cannot possibly have been so foolish as to venture the
+brain-dizzying dangers of a course of the 'Thunderer's' tempestuous
+Home-Rule leaders?"</p>
+
+<p>He had not, and intimated as much, mournfully.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me! Desperate man, <i>do</i> not say that you have been trying to
+analyse the authoritative 'Analyses' of this year's County Cricketing,
+to test their apportionment of champion honours, or track out their
+distracting decimals to their last hidden lair!"</p>
+
+<p>"Worse than that&mdash;far worse!" he moonily muttered.</p>
+
+<p>"You alarm me, rash man!" I cried. "Can it possibly be that from a
+comparison of the works of the (Sporting) Prophets you have foolishly
+essayed to spot the winner of the coming St. Leger?"</p>
+
+<p>"No such luck," said he, with a shudder.</p>
+
+<p>I drew near to him, and whispered low in his ear&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Have you&mdash;<i>have</i> you been seeking the meaning of the verses of some
+peer-poet in the <i>Morning Post</i>?"</p>
+
+<p>"Would&mdash;<i>would</i> it were but that," he groaned, picking a single straw
+from the truss or so that stuck porcupine-quill-wise in his tangled fell
+of hair.</p>
+
+<p>"I have it!" I cried. "You have an attack of veritable 'Whitmania,'
+arising from a too long indulgence in the intoxicating yet enervating
+flow of Swinburnian superlatives?"</p>
+
+<p>"The deuce a bit of it," he snapped, testily.</p>
+
+<p>I was growing impatient, and inclined "to give it up."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! this is worse than <span class="smcap">Argyll</span> on Political Economy, or a Double
+Acrostic!" I grumbled, angrily. "What in the name of Eleusis <i>have</i> you
+been up to?"</p>
+
+<p>"<i>Listen!</i>" he whispered, placing his lips close to my ears; "listen,
+and marvel if you may; aid me if you can. <i>I have been trying, by a
+comparison of the comments thereupon in the various party papers, to
+understand the real significance of a</i> <span class="smcap">Bye-Election</span>!!!"</p>
+
+<p>"Miserable man!" I gasped, "that way indeed Madness lies. Know you not
+that human imbecility in those identical comments reaches its absolutely
+'lowest deep' of abject folly and crazy inconsequence. Know you not that
+nothing&mdash;positively <i>nothing</i> in the whole history of this crack-brained
+world&mdash;is so mad and so maddening as a Tory article on a bye-election
+won by a Liberal, or a Liberal article on a bye-election gained by a
+Tory? Know you not that in these dismally, delirious lucubrations, all
+the rules of arithmetic, all the laws of logic, all the palpable
+bearings of facts, all the obvious meanings of words, to say nothing of
+the dictates of veracity, and the impulse of fairness, are deliberately
+inverted, perverted, played moral havoc and intellectual pitch-and-toss
+with? Know you not that the gibberings of Bedlam are clear and continent
+sense compared with the argufyings of a party-scribe 'explaining away'
+an opponent's success, or picturing an ally's crushing defeat as a
+'moral victory?' Know you not that the (supposed) necessity of penning
+such frantic fustian makes a Tory Thunderer drivel like a drunken
+<span class="smcap">Thersites</span>, and a Radical <span class="smcap">Rhadamanthus</span> equivocate like a pettifogging
+attorney? Know you not&mdash;&mdash;?"</p>
+
+<p>But with a howl of horror the wretched victim of party silliness and
+factious sophistry pitched head-first amidst the pile of papers&mdash;<span class="smcap">MAD!!!</span></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h4>Laissez-Faire.</h4>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"I believe, if you would let alone this unhappy peasantry, there
+would be no difficulty whatever."&mdash;Mr. <span class="smcap">Balfour</span>, <i>on the Irish
+Question</i>.</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Irish Landlord has lost his tenants,</p>
+<p class="i2">And doesn't know where to find them;</p>
+<p class="i0">Let them alone, and they'll come home,</p>
+<p class="i2">And bring rents (in their pockets) behind them.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h4>A Real "Inky Flood."</h4>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Here</span> lies one whose name was written in water," the sad but happily
+inappropriate epitaph which <span class="smcap">Keats</span> suggested for himself. Had he lived in
+our days he would have felt it to be equivocal. People are writing to
+the papers with "ink," said to be made out of Thames water. Styx itself
+was surely nothing to this. An inkstand has been called "<i>mare nigrum</i>,"
+but hitherto no poetic trope-maker has been bold enough to speak of a
+river as an inkstand. Facts <i>are</i> stranger than fiction!</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>
+
+<h2>'ARRY AT THE SEA-SIDE.</h2>
+
+<div class="poem1"><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i6"><span class="smcap">Dear Charlie,</span></p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">'Ow are you, old oyster? <i>I</i>'m doin' the briny, dear boy;</p>
+<p class="i0">Got my usual fortnit, yer know, as I makes it a pint to enjoy,</p>
+<p class="i0">Things is quisby at 'ome, and they pressed me to chuck up my annual spree,</p>
+<p class="i0">And stand by to look arter the mater who's down with rheumatics. Not me!</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Relations are that bloomin' selfish it fair gives a feller the sick,</p>
+<p class="i0">I'm jest tidy myself, flush of tin, with no end of a thunderin' "pick,"</p>
+<p class="i0">And now I've a chance of a outing to keep myself up to the mark,</p>
+<p class="i0">I'm to stay in the doldrums at 'ome! It's <i>too</i> much of a screamin' old lark.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">No, <span class="smcap">Charlie</span>, boy, self-preservation's the fust law of Nature, yer know;</p>
+<p class="i0">So I jest slung my 'ook like a shot and came here for a bite and a blow.</p>
+<p class="i0">I'm as red as a bloomin' tomarter already, and talk about stodge!</p>
+<p class="i0">Jest you arsk the old mivvey as caters for me at the crib where I lodge.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Number Seventeen, Paragon Place, is my diggings, mate, floor Number Three,</p>
+<p class="i0">From the right'and bow-winder's off-corner you ketch a side-squint of the sea.</p>
+<p class="i0">White stucco and hemerald sun-blinds, trailed up with a fine "Glory" rose,</p>
+<p class="i0">And a slavey as pooty as pie, if it weren't for the smuts on her nose.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Oh, I'm up to the knocker, I tell yer; fresh 'errins for breakfast, old pal,</p>
+<p class="i0">Bottled beer by the bucket, prime 'bacca, and oh, such a scrumptious young gal!</p>
+<p class="i0">Picked 'er up on the pier, mate, permiskus, last Wensday as ever was. Whew!</p>
+<p class="i0">She would take the shine out of some screamers, I tell yer, my pippin, would Loo.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Dropped 'er 'at the feet of yours, truly, and <span class="smcap">'Arry</span>, of course, was all there.</p>
+<p class="i0">Her 'airpins went flyin! Thinks I, that's a jolly fine sample of 'air;</p>
+<p class="i0">As black as my boots, and as shiny, and oh! sech a 'eavenly smell.</p>
+<p class="i0">"Hillo! Miss," sez I, "while you're 'andy, there's no need for Mister <span class="smcap">Rimmel</span>."</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">That nicked 'er, my nibs. It's the patter as does it, of course <i>with</i> good looks;</p>
+<p class="i0">Gals do like a chap as can gab, as you'll find by them Libery books.</p>
+<p class="i0">Take <span class="smcap">Weedee</span>, my boy, or Miss <span class="smcap">Broughton</span>; you'll see if a feller would tackle</p>
+<p class="i0">A feminine fair up to dick, he 'as got to be dabs at the cackle.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">And that's where <i>I</i> score, my dear <span class="smcap">Charlie</span>. Lor bless yer, in 'arf an 'our more,</p>
+<p class="i0">Me and Loo was as cosy as cousins, tucked up in a nook on the shore.</p>
+<p class="i0">Gives yer 'oliday outing a flaviour, the feminine element do,</p>
+<p class="i0">Although, <i>ontry noo</i>, dear old pal, it's a tidy stiff drain on yer "screw."</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">'Owsomever, flare up and blow "exes" is always my motter, yer see;</p>
+<p class="i0">And I never minds blueing the pieces purwided I gets a good spree;</p>
+<p class="i0">Wich is jest wot I'm 'aving at present. You'll say, at this pint, I expect,</p>
+<p class="i0">"<span class="smcap">'Arry's</span> doing the Toff as per usual." To which, mate, I answers, "<i>Ker</i>-rect!"</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Socierty's right, my dear <span class="smcap">Charlie</span>,&mdash;Socierty always <i>is</i> right,&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">Gladstone's</span> gab about "masses and classes" is all tommy rot and sour spite.</p>
+<p class="i0">There is only one class worth consid'rin', and that is the reglar <i>fust</i>-class;</p>
+<p class="i0">And the chap as don't try to get into it&mdash;well, he is simply a ass.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Socierty sez, "When the Season is hover, slide off to the Sea!"</p>
+<p class="i0">It's <i>the</i> place for a fair autumn barney." And shall I dispute it? Not me.</p>
+<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">'Arry</span> knows his tip better than that, Sir. Your juggins may 'ave 'is own whim</p>
+<p class="i0">About bicycling, boating, or wot not; <i>I</i> mean bein' well in the swim.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Lor, it warms a cove's heart dontcherknow, puts his sperrits right slap on the rise,</p>
+<p class="i0">Wen the Niggers are dancing a break-down or singing <i>Two Lovely Black Eyes</i>.</p>
+<p class="i0">To see lardy Toffs and swell ladies, and smart little gals with no fuss,</p>
+<p class="i0">'Anging round on the listen and snigger as though they wos each one of <i>hus</i>.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">They likes it, my lad, yus they likes it, the Music Hall patter and slang.</p>
+<p class="i0">Yet some jugginses kick at <i>my</i> lingo as <i>vulgar</i>! Oh, let 'em go 'ang.</p>
+<p class="i0">Take a run, Mister Mealymouthed Critic, go home and eat coke, poor old man.</p>
+<p class="i0">All Toffs as <i>is</i> Toffs share my tastes; we are built on the very same plan.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Wots the hodds if yer rides in a kerredge, or drives in a double-'orse drag,</p>
+<p class="i0">With a 'orn and a loud concerteena and lots o' prime prog in the bag?</p>
+<p class="i0">It is only a question of ochre, the principle's ditto all round.</p>
+<p class="i0">It is larks by the Sea we all seek, and they suits us all down to the ground.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">But now, I am off to the Pier, <span class="smcap">Charlie</span>. Boat's coming in from Boolong,</p>
+<p class="i0">And I wouldn't miss that not for nothink. The wind blows a little bit strong,</p>
+<p class="i0">And there's bound to be lots on 'em quisby, some regular goners, dessay;</p>
+<p class="i0">And it <i>is</i> sech a lark to chi-ike them, the best bit o' fun of the day.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Old jokers in sealskin caps, <span class="smcap">Charlie</span>, drawn over their poor blue old ears,</p>
+<p class="i0">Pooty gals with complexions like paste-pots, old mivvies gone green with the queers;</p>
+<p class="i0">Little toffs with their billycocks raked, jest to swagger it off like, yer know,</p>
+<p class="i0">But with hoptics like badly-biled whelks. Oh, I tell yer it's all a prime show.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0"><i>Larf</i>, <span class="smcap">Charlie</span>? It bangs <span class="smcap">Arthur Roberts</span>, and makes a chap bloomin' nigh bust.</p>
+<p class="i0">I must take a 'am sanwich to munch. Wen a cove ketches sight on it fust,</p>
+<p class="i0">And I sings out, "Hi! who'll 'ave a fat 'un?" to see that bloke shudder and shrink,</p>
+<p class="i0">And go gooseberry green in the gills, is <i>too</i> lovely, mate. Wot do <i>you</i> think?</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">And all this, with the larks on the sands, niggers, spotting the bathers,&mdash;that's spiff!&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i0">Sails round, going bobbing for whiting, and singing at night on the cliff,</p>
+<p class="i0">Not to mention rides out, as per posters, and quiet flirtations with Loo,</p>
+<p class="i0">I was quietly asked to chuck up 'long o' Mother's rheumatics! Yah boo!</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">'Arry's</span> not sech a mug, I essure you. Sweet Home is dashed fiddlededee.</p>
+<p class="i0"><i>I</i>'m not nuts on yer dabby domestic, it spiles a smart chap for a spree.</p>
+<p class="i0">Ony sorry my time's nearly hup; but, as fur as the ochre will carry,</p>
+<p class="i0">Do the briny with swells <i>like</i> a swell, is the tip of&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Yours scrumptiously, <span class="smcap">'Arry</span>.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 60%">
+<a href="images/111.png">
+<img src="images/111.png" width="100%" alt="OVERCAST" /></a>
+<h4>"OVERCAST."</h4>
+<p><span class="smcap">They were out for a Day in the Country&mdash;were late at the Station&mdash;He
+left it to her to take the Tickets&mdash;a Horrid Crowd&mdash;Frightfully Hot&mdash;and
+she was Hustled and Flustered considerably when she reached the
+Carriage.</span></p>
+<p><i>He (cool and comfortable).</i> "<span class="smcap">How charming the Yellow Gorse&mdash;&mdash;</span>"</p>
+<p><i>She (in a withering tone).</i> "<span class="smcap">You didn't 'xpect to see it Blue, I
+s'ppose!</span>"&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; [<i>Tacet!</i></p>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span>
+
+<h2>SALUBRITIES ABROAD.</h2>
+
+<p><i>Thirteenth day of Cure at Royat. Hotel Continental.</i>&mdash;The view from my
+window is charming, whether on a bright morning or a moonlight night.
+But I am not contented with it. There is within me an "<span class="smcap">Oliver</span>, asking
+for more." Had I the faith which moves mountains, I would order that
+hill opposite to be removed, so as to give me a more extensive, and a
+grander view.</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p><i>The Beggars at Royat.</i>&mdash;A nuisance and a disgrace to the place. Why are
+these wretched creatures allowed to trade on their fearful afflictions?
+Are there no free hospitals, no charitable institutions, where they can
+be taken care of? Of course there are. Is there no power to compel them
+to go in? Is there no "<i>traitement</i>" for them?</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>As for the little beggar boys and girls who are brought up to the trade
+and who waylay us all day, cannot they be put to some useful work and be
+forced into school? These able-bodied paupers should be employed in
+mending the footpaths leading up to Gravenoire and the environs, which
+are in a very bad condition.</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>I do not object, indeed by this time I take rather kindly to the <i>vin du
+pays</i>, but I detest what Mr. "<span class="smcap">Dumb-Crambo</span>" would call&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%">
+<a href="images/112a.png">
+<img src="images/112a.png" width="100%" alt="The Whine of the Country" /></a>
+<h4>The Whine of the Country.</h4>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p><i>&Agrave; propos</i> of walks in a wretched condition, why don't their Worships,
+the Maires of Royat and Chamali&egrave;re, lay their heads together and mend
+the footpaths? In making the above suggestion, I do not contemplate
+wood-pavement. No: but I do think that these beggars might be utilised.</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p><i>Pens&eacute;es d'un Baigneur.</i>&mdash;A bather has plenty of time to emulate the
+celebrated parrot. What can he do&mdash;the bather not the parrot&mdash;in his
+bath, except think? He can talk, hum, or sing. He can recite: and
+exercise his voice and memory. But this would attract attention, and I
+fancy the talking, singing, or reciting bather would very soon be
+requested to keep quiet. Therefore he must think. He may not sleep: it
+is not permitted by the faculty. No: thinking is the thing. The time in
+a bath,&mdash;thirty-five minutes of it&mdash;passes as a dream, and the thoughts
+are as difficult to catch and fix as butterflies. Here are a few:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>It is absolutely necessary to please oneself even in things apparently
+indifferent. Out of politeness, I yielded yesterday to an invitation to
+take a drive of two hours. I was ill for nearly a couple of days
+afterwards.... So was the kind person who took me. I believe she meant
+it well, and intended it as an act of politeness. (N. B. This was
+written within the first seven days of the "<i>traitement.</i>" This sort of
+thing must come out of you. The waters bring out selfishness and
+ingratitude.)</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>Morning after morning I find myself staring at the notice on the wall at
+the foot of my bath. From that I gather that I am a "titulaire." My
+bath-cell is No. 17. So as Titulaire I am Number Seventeen,&mdash;like a
+convict. My Gaoler, the bathman, does not know me perhaps by any other
+name than "Monsieur &amp;c., Dix-Sept." Ah, well, I never thought I should
+be seventeen again. But I am&mdash;at Royat. How it must be re-juvenising me!</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>I have been looking over a list of excursions to various "Salubrities
+Abroad." Among them I find this:&mdash;"<i>De Lyon en Savoie et en Dauphin&eacute; par
+Saint-Andr&eacute;-le-Gaz, et retour.</i>"</p>
+
+<p>"St. Andrew-the-Gas" sounds a novel name in a calendar. He was evidently
+a Saint much in advance of his time. An excellent man of course
+"according to his lights."</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>I saw a subject here for Mr. <span class="smcap">Marks</span>, R.A. A bearded Franciscan Monk in
+his brown habit, with cord and rosary at his waist, sending a telegram
+at the telegraph office. Imagine the surroundings. Mr. <span class="smcap">Marks</span> might call
+it an Anachronism.</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>When abroad, I make notes of the names of any new dishes. The following
+one was new to me as a name, not as a dish, which was simple enough,
+"<i>Culottes de b&oelig;uf &agrave; la fermi&egrave;re.</i>" What next? "<i>Cale&ccedil;ons de veau &agrave;
+la baigneuse?</i>" "<i>Gilets de mouton &agrave; la berg&egrave;re?</i>" "<i>Culottes de veau &agrave;
+la Brian O'Lynn?</i>" "<i>Chapeau de volaille &agrave; la coq?</i>"</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p><i>Music.</i>&mdash;This morning, the fifteenth of my sojourn here, the band is
+playing something new. This is refreshing, as I am becoming a little
+tired of the overtures to <i>Zampa</i>, <i>Guillaume Tell</i>, <i>Italiano in
+Algeria</i>, selections from the <i>Huguenots</i> (highly popular as a good
+finish to any concert) and the dance music, waltzes and mazurkas, which
+have been popular for the last two years.</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>The clocks of Royat are still in an undecided state. The uninitiated
+person who takes his time&mdash;(<i>Note, en passant for all baigneurs
+here</i>&mdash;Never be in a hurry, and always "take your time," no matter from
+where you take it)&mdash;from the Hotel, and starts at 7&middot;30 in order to reach
+his bath by 8,&mdash;a walk of five minutes,&mdash;will find, on arriving at the
+<i>Etablissement</i>, that it is just 8&middot;5, so that he has taken a quarter of
+an hour to do the distance. If he starts from the <i>Etablissement</i> at
+8&middot;30, to meet a friend at the station, on arriving there he will
+discover that it is 8&middot;15 by the Railway Clock, so that he is at the end
+of his journey a quarter of an hour before he set out, having done the
+distance in considerably less than no time,&mdash;a record worth preserving.
+The Post Office Authorities, in despair, have put up a notice informing
+everybody that their clock has no connection with that of the
+<i>Etablissement</i>, which may just do what it likes and be wound to it, and
+ignoring all church-clock authority and all municipal authority too,
+they (the Post Office Authorities aforesaid) announce that they intend
+to take their time from the Railway station, but even then will give
+themselves a margin of five minutes one way or the other, so that the
+public wishing to send letters must ascertain what the post times
+<i>ought</i> to be, and then give themselves another margin of at least ten
+minutes on the safe side. The calculation is not very complicated when
+you are accustomed to it, and its uncertainty lends a gentle stimulus to
+the ordinary routine of the uneventful life at Royat.</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>For "Excursions from Royat by Rail or Road," see my Guide-Book,
+forthcoming.</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>This advice, "<i>See my Guide</i>," or "<i>See my History</i>," is perpetually
+recurring as a friendly hint&mdash;it really being a most artful way of
+introducing an advertisement to your notice&mdash;in that invaluable
+publication, the <i>Guides Diamant, P. Joanne</i>, series, <span class="smcap">Hachette &amp; Cie.</span>,
+without which no traveller's pocket or bag is completely furnished. Time
+for <i>siesta</i>.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>FIRST IN THE FIELD.</h2>
+
+<center><i>A Song of the Cricket Championship.</i></center>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%">
+<a href="images/112b.png">
+<img src="images/112b.png" width="100%" alt="Em met" /></a>
+<h4>Em met. (Yorks.)</h4>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> <span class="smcap">Graces</span> are hers, but the Parc&aelig; have tost her</p>
+<p class="i0">Of late, so the Championship won't go to Gloucester;</p>
+<p class="i0">Despite brave Lord <span class="smcap">Harris</span>, and efforts well-meant,</p>
+<p class="i0">That honour won't fall to the bold Men of Kent.</p>
+<p class="i0">'Twould have charmed not a few of the "better for wus" sex,</p>
+<p class="i0">Had luck smiled (not she!) on their sweethearts of Sussex;</p>
+<p class="i0">And, though it is famed as the pluck and hard-work shire,</p>
+<p class="i0">The top of the tree is not reached yet by Yorkshire.</p>
+<p class="i0">Dame Fortune, that Sphinx of the riddle-cum-diddle sex,</p>
+<p class="i0">Crowns not with success the crack Batsmen of Middlesex.</p>
+<p class="i0">Spite of <span class="smcap">Shrewsbury</span>, <span class="smcap">Gunn</span>, and such cricketing pots,</p>
+<p class="i0">Her Song for this season is "<i>No, not for Notts!</i>"</p>
+<p class="i0">And, although "runner-up" (if like greyhounds one rank a shire)</p>
+<p class="i0">She's <i>just</i> missed first place, has stout <span class="smcap">Hornby</span>-led Lancashire.</p>
+<p class="i0">Thanks&mdash;in chief&mdash;to young <span class="smcap">Lohmann</span>, whom fate cannot flurry,</p>
+<p class="i0">The Championship once more comes South. Bravo, Surrey!</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%">
+<a href="images/112c.png">
+<img src="images/112c.png" width="100%" alt="Pilling. (Lancs.)" /></a>
+<h4>Pilling. (Lancs.)</h4>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Ominous.</span>&mdash;Lord <span class="smcap">R. Churchill</span> is to address a meeting of Unionists at
+Sunderland. Hardly strikes one as quite a suitable spot for that
+purpose, <i>Sunderland</i> being rather suggestive of the Separatist policy
+that Lord <span class="smcap">Randolph</span> and his friends are so strongly opposed to. The Home
+Rulers would have chosen Cumberland as more appropriate.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
+
+<h2>DRURY LANE WITH PLEASURE.</h2>
+
+<p class="salute"><span class="smcap">My Dear Mr. Punch,</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 20%">
+<a href="images/113a.png">
+<img src="images/113a.png" width="100%" alt="Pleasure Parties" /></a>
+<h4>Pleasure Parties.</h4>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was only what might have been expected that a large audience should
+assemble in the National Theatre to see the new piece by Messrs. <span class="smcap">Paul
+Merritt</span> and <span class="smcap">Augustus Harris</span>. The very title was inviting, and when to
+that title were added scenes in Oxford, Monte Carlo, Nice and
+Gloucestershire, who could refuse the invitation? Certainly not I. So I
+accepted, with pleasure, and was present at the initial performance. I
+refreshed my recollection of college life at Oxford where men certainly
+were not quite as serious as <i>Mr. Jack Lovell</i>, in the long since of the
+"fifties." I could not help regretting that the Oxford of thirty years
+ago had not the unconventional Mr. <span class="smcap">Nicholls</span> amongst the Undergraduates.
+Had he been there at the period to which I refer, I undoubtedly should
+have sought the honour of his acquaintance, but on the condition that he
+did <i>not</i> introduce me to the aforesaid <i>Jack Lovell</i>, who on
+matriculating at Drury Lane was about as lively as a mute at a funeral.
+I was not at all surprised to find him rather out of sorts. Frankly,
+<i>Mr. Jack Lovell</i> in <i>Pleasure</i> is not a nice young man. He reads for
+the Church and gets plucked, as indeed he should, as he seems to have
+employed the time that he ought to have occupied in hard reading, in
+behaving in the most disgraceful manner to <i>Miss Jessie Newland</i>,
+otherwise the ever charming Miss <span class="smcap">Alma Murray</span>. Very properly refused a
+family living, he succeeds to a peerage, and immediately publishes the
+story of his betrothed and refuses to marry her.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 30%">
+<a href="images/113b.png">
+<img src="images/113b.png" width="100%" alt="Bringing Down the House" /></a>
+<h4>Bringing Down the House.</h4>
+</div>
+
+<p>Personally, I must admit that I received with joy the news that he was
+drinking himself to death, and only felt the deepest regret when I
+learned that he had not perished in an admirably contrived Earthquake.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 30%">
+<a href="images/113c.png">
+<img src="images/113c.png" width="100%" alt="Sweets to the Sweet" /></a>
+<h4>Sweets to the Sweet.</h4>
+</div>
+
+<p>But, in spite of <i>Mr. Jack Lovell</i>, Oxford, at Drury Lane, contained a
+number of interesting persons. The <i>Doddipotts</i>, father and son, with
+their American relative (Miss <span class="smcap">Brough</span>), were most amusing, and I was
+quite satisfied to accompany them to Nice and Monte Carlo, to see the
+Battle of Flowers, the Carnival Ball, and last, but not least, the
+Earthquake. This latter effect, in more senses than one, "brought down
+the house." In <i>Pleasure</i> the stage-management is excellent throughout,
+and, of the joint authorship of the piece, I think I may safely say that
+its chief merit lies in the name of <span class="smcap">Harris</span>. Not a mythical "<span class="smcap">Harris</span>,"
+like unto the friend of <i>Mrs. Gamp</i>, but some one far more substantial,
+the great <span class="smcap">Augustus Druriolanus</span> himself. Whether one is gazing upon the
+Sheldonian Theatre (the background to an Oxford Mixture of no common
+kind), or the Barges, or the Promenade des Anglais, or the Carnival
+Ball, the presence of an excellent master of effect is seen in every
+group, in every detail.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 40%">
+<a href="images/113d.png">
+<img src="images/113d.png" width="100%" alt="An Oxford Mixture" /></a>
+<h4>An Oxford Mixture.</h4>
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Pleasure</i> is described as a Comedy-Drama, and the plot is not, perhaps,
+as strong as some of its predecessors. As "strength" at a theatre
+invariably spells "murder" or "sudden death," I am not at all sure that
+this absence of the ultra-melodramatic is not to be welcomed, in spite
+of the taste for the horrible which is supposed to be the characteristic
+of those who patronise the pit and gallery. But what the People (with a
+capital initial letter) lose in the ghastly, they certainly gain in the
+beautiful. If the scenery at Drury Lane of the Riviera does not cause
+"Personally conducted tours" to be more numerously attended next year
+than ever, I shall be more than surprised&mdash;I shall be disappointed. Even
+the Earthquake should not be a deterrent, for as far as I could learn
+from "the incident" at Drury Lane, no one was a penny the worse for the
+shaking. Even the unworthy <i>Lovell</i> escaped&mdash;I fancy up the chimney. If
+this were so, it would only be in keeping with his character.</p>
+
+<p>In the first Drury Lane success, <i>The World</i> (by the same authors as
+<i>Pleasure</i>), there was a wonderful clergyman, played by the late Mr.
+<span class="smcap">Ryder</span>, whose cynicism was equal to his audacity. This strange
+ecclesiastic I remember, having sown an unusually large crop of wild
+oats in his youth, on his return from Evening Service in his middle age,
+imperiously refused to allow a lady to remain in his parish because she
+had once been deeply attached to him, and had loved him "not wisely, but
+too well." I shall never forget the dignified earnestness of the late
+Mr. <span class="smcap">Ryder</span> as he explained to this lady his position as a married man,
+and sternly ordered her to move on. Had <i>Mr. Jack Lovell</i> been ordained,
+I fancy he would have made an excellent curate to this reverend
+gentleman, and that between them they would have formed what is
+satirically termed a "pretty pair."</p>
+
+<p>It is possible that the original intention of the authors of <i>Pleasure</i>
+may have been to have conferred on the hero of their piece a Deanery, or
+even an Archbishopric, and that the recollection of this prior clerical
+creation may have influenced them to alter their contemplated Church
+patronage into a temporal peerage linked with twenty thousand a-year. Be
+this as it may, <i>Jack</i> and his prototype will rest in my memory as
+companion pictures, of what a clergyman might, could, would (but should
+not) be. The scenery and the admirable stage-management make <i>Mr.
+Lovell</i> and his doings bearable. They pull him through. For the rest,
+<i>Pleasure</i> is an amusing play, well mounted, and capitally acted, and
+should keep the boards until December brings to Drury Lane and a
+delighted world the Christmas Pantomime. On the first night all went
+well up to the end of the Fifth Act; but the last, after the excitement
+of the Riviera scenes, came as rather an anti-climax.&mdash;I beg to sign
+myself, in compliment to and emulation of the Earthquake,</p>
+<p class="regards"><span class="smcap">One who had
+Gone to Pieces</span>.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h3>A Hint to the Howlers.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">Betwixt</span> Paddies who kick up wild hullabaloo,</p>
+<p class="i0">And rude Radical raffs who will play the Yahoo,</p>
+<p class="i0">There apparently is not a Tanner to choose;</p>
+<p class="i0">Though the Irishmen boast of the better excuse!</p>
+<p class="i0">Rads the Message of Peace will not hasten, I trow,</p>
+<p class="i0">By taking a hand in this Donnybrook row.</p>
+<p class="i0">To "trid on their coat-tails" is policy mad,</p>
+<p class="i0">But to help them to swing the shillelagh's as bad.</p>
+<p class="i0">To ape angry Pats in their weakness for fights,</p>
+<p class="i0">Is the very worst way to get Ireland her "rights."</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><br />
+
+<center><span class="smcap">An Address to Parliament.</span>&mdash;Shut up!</center><br />
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span>
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 80%">
+<a href="images/114.png">
+<img src="images/114.png" width="100%" alt="SEA-SIDE WEATHER STUDIES" /></a>
+<h3>SEA-SIDE WEATHER STUDIES. SET FAIR. WHITBY.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>"ON HIS OWN HOOK!"</h2>
+
+<center><span class="smcap">A Political "Angler's Song."</span></center>
+
+<p>(<i>Imitated, at a respectful distance, from Piscator's Song in "The
+Compleat Angler.</i>")</p>
+
+<center><i>Piscator pipeth</i>:&mdash;</center>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Now private pique breeds party talk,</p>
+<p class="i0">Some G. would bless, and some would baulk;</p>
+<p class="i0">Some seem to find it pretty sport,</p>
+<p class="i0">Changeful constituencies to court.</p>
+<p class="i2">To share such games I do not wish,</p>
+<p class="i2">No, for awhile, I'd rather&mdash;fish.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Just now I might to danger ride,</p>
+<p class="i0">There's doubt about the winning side,</p>
+<p class="i0">One's little game may often prove</p>
+<p class="i0">Advanced by a <i>retiring</i> move.</p>
+<p class="i2">For faction's fetter, party's snare,</p>
+<p class="i2">Whilst angling here I need not care.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Such recreation is there none,</p>
+<p class="i0">As playing one's own game alone.</p>
+<p class="i0">Aught else is risky, more or less,</p>
+<p class="i0">And well may land one in a mess,</p>
+<p class="i2">My hand alone my work can do,</p>
+<p class="i2">Here I can fish, and study too.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">I care not much to fish the seas,</p>
+<p class="i0">Me party-angling more doth please;</p>
+<p class="i0">My present task I contemplate</p>
+<p class="i0">With patience, not with heart elate.</p>
+<p class="i2">But in safe waters I would keep,</p>
+<p class="i2">And floods at home run wild and deep.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">I'm not <i>quite</i> cocksure on which side</p>
+<p class="i0">At present runs "the flowing tide;"</p>
+<p class="i0">I'd not be stranded with the ebb&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i0">I've shunned the Grand Old Spider's web;</p>
+<p class="i2">I am not like a simple fly;</p>
+<p class="i2">I take my hook, and mind my eye.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">I'll not with Caucus gudgeons wait,</p>
+<p class="i0">Prepared to gorge whatever bait.</p>
+<p class="i0">How poor a thing, wire-pullers find,</p>
+<p class="i0">Will captivate the Caucus mind!</p>
+<p class="i2">Yet latterly, to my surprise,</p>
+<p class="i2">Unto <i>my</i> bait it fails to rise.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">But here, though while I fish I fast</p>
+<p class="i0">From the political repast,</p>
+<p class="i0">Yet, as my new-found friends invite,</p>
+<p class="i0">I'll take the swim, I'll watch the bite.</p>
+<p class="i2">Should chance the Coalition dish,</p>
+<p class="i2"><i>There</i>'d be a pretty kettle o' fish!</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">So I'm content this post to take,</p>
+<p class="i0">Alone, but calm and wide awake.</p>
+<p class="i0">Anglers "lie low" just now and then,</p>
+<p class="i0">Much more so we fishers of men.</p>
+<p class="i2">Here I can "bob," smoke, make a name,</p>
+<p class="i2">And from afar watch the whole game.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">I fancy that, were <span class="smcap">Randolph</span> here,</p>
+<p class="i0">He'd smile, and share my bottled beer.</p>
+<p class="i0">Both fishers we; by brain not book,</p>
+<p class="i0">Take our own line, on our own hook.</p>
+<p class="i2">I'll watch which way the home wind blows,</p>
+<p class="i2">And when 'tis settled&mdash;well, who knows?</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>AT HOME WITH ATOMS.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dear Mr. Punch,</span>&mdash;After listening to Sir <span class="smcap">Henry Roscoe's</span> Address at the
+Free Trade Hall last evening, my brain feels very much like a "molecule
+on the eve of being broken into atoms," by the grandeur of the subject
+on which he discoursed, and as he so kindly told us this catastrophe
+"may be brought about not only by heat vibrations, but likewise by an
+electrical discharge at a comparatively low temperature," the present
+state of the weather rather adds to the anxiety I feel about the seat of
+my mental organisation. Still "there is a fundamental difference," he
+tells us, "between the question of separating the atoms in the molecule,
+and that of splitting up the atom itself," so that there seems to be a
+remote chance in any case of my preserving an atom or two of sound sense
+and intelligence in the midst of impending chaos, the more so, as "even
+the highest of terrestrial temperatures, that of the electric spark, has
+failed to shake any atom in two."</p>
+
+<p>In the course of his address Sir <span class="smcap">H. Roscoe</span> also said, "There is no such
+thing in nature as great or small." I was always considered the smallest
+in my family, and it seems difficult, though at the same time
+encouraging, to believe I am equal in physical quantities of height and
+weight to the other members. What such nice men say must be true&mdash;at any
+rate until something <i>truer</i> is found out. I shall therefore cherish the
+idea I have hitherto been under a delusion. Mind may have some
+inscrutable quality wherewith to balance Matter. I remember my tallest
+sister was the one who thought least. Mind and Matter are now so much
+mixed, that they may be interchangeable molecules; who knows? Sir <span class="smcap">H.
+Roscoe</span> observed also that "heat is evolved by the clashing of the
+atoms." I felt how true that was when we twelve molecules quarrelled as
+children.</p>
+
+<p>I think, <i>Mr. Punch</i>, for a woman, I have gathered a great deal of
+information in a few hours.</p>
+
+<p class="regards">Yours truthfully,</p>
+
+<p class="author"><span class="smcap">The Better Half of Somebody</span>.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h3>The Peccant Member.</h3>
+
+<center><i>A Wail by a Weary One.</i></center>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">Parliament</span> sitting still&mdash;and in September!</p>
+<p class="i0">It's all along of "the unruly member"&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i0">That is, the tongue. But, to adapt it duly</p>
+<p class="i0">To modern days, it should be called <i>Home</i>-Ruly!</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><br />
+
+<center>"<span class="smcap">Not in the Hunts.</span>"&mdash;Mr. <span class="smcap">Sanders</span>.</center><br />
+
+<hr />
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 60%">
+<a href="images/115.png">
+<img src="images/115.png" width="100%" alt="ON HIS OWN HOOK" /></a>
+<h3>"ON HIS OWN HOOK!"</h3>
+<p><span class="smcap">Judicious Joe.</span> "A BIT ROUGH&mdash;BUT, PLEASANTER THAN <i>HOME WATERS</i>&mdash;JUST
+NOW!"</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>
+
+<hr />
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 80%">
+<a href="images/117.png">
+<img src="images/117.png" width="100%" alt="STREET PUZZLE. TO FIND LAW AND ORDER" /></a>
+<h3>STREET PUZZLE. TO FIND LAW AND ORDER.</h3>
+<center><span class="smcap">Strand, 10&middot;45 P.M.</span></center>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>CIRCUS PERFORMANCES.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sir,</span>&mdash;I see that there is a senseless outcry against the proposed plan
+of the Board of Works to build on a portion of the open space now
+available at Piccadilly Circus, and I write to protest against the
+pestilent heresy that prompts it. What, Sir, I ask, has the Board to do
+with "beauty"? As a public body, responsible to the ratepayers, they
+have only one thing to consider, and that is, "utility." Why, then,
+should they not seize upon every vacant inch of ground at their
+disposal, and convert it into a Central Pig Market? Such a thing could
+not be better installed than at the end of Regent Street, and here is
+the very site for it. Expecting to see some active steps taken to set
+this on foot,</p>
+
+<p class="regards">I am, Sir, your obedient Servant,</p>
+
+<p class="author"><span class="smcap">Nothing if not Practical</span>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sir,</span>&mdash;Your Correspondent, "<span class="smcap">One with an Eye to the Sublime</span>," is right in
+attacking the gross Vandalism of the Board, but, in his proposed scheme
+for statues and fountains, he falls miserably short of what is really
+wanted to make Piccadilly Circus what it should be; namely, the grandest
+open space in Europe. The ground should be cleared from St. James's
+Church to Leicester Square, East and West, and opened up southwards the
+whole width to the Duke of York's Column. Upon the space so secured, a
+white marble pavement, broken only by colossal water-works, groups of
+classic statuary, splendid monuments, and groves of orange-trees, should
+be laid, and here, to the plash of silvery cascades, utterly
+outrivalling the greatest display of which Versailles is capable, and,
+to the music of half-a-dozen separate military bands, the jaded Londoner
+should disport himself from morn to dewy eve. You ask as to the cost.
+Well, a rate of fifteen shillings in the pound for a hundred and fifty
+years would soon settle that, and I am sure there is not a taxpayer in
+the parishes immediately concerned who would not willingly jump at this
+trifling charge to see the scheme realised. At least, this is the view
+at the present moment taken of the matter by</p>
+
+<p class="regards">Yours, obediently,</p>
+
+<p class="author"><span class="smcap">An Enthusiastic Outsider</span>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sir,</span>&mdash;They are talking of pulling down St. Mary-le-Strand and wish to
+cut off the steps of St. Martin's. Why not <i>move them both</i> and set them
+up back to back on the disputed ground? One could face Piccadilly and
+the other look up Coventry Street. The idea is a happy one and has the
+merit of bringing together in juxtaposition the works of our two great
+<i>Renaissance</i> architects <span class="smcap">Gibbs</span> and <span class="smcap">Wren</span>. I offer it to your artistic
+readers for what it is worth and beg to subscribe myself,</p>
+
+<p class="regards">Yours, tentatively,</p>
+
+<p class="author"><span class="smcap">A Local Mec&aelig;nas</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Sir,&mdash;There was some time since some sensible talk of erecting a
+gigantic iron tower in the neighbourhood of the St. Martin's Baths and
+Wash Houses. Surely no finer site could be found for such an erection
+than that provided by Piccadilly Circus. Here, with a sufficiently ample
+base, such for instance as could be furnished by the entire available
+space in question, a thing of the kind might rise to, say, the height of
+1,000 feet and have one, two or even three theatres at the top. Several
+restaurants could be accommodated on the upper floors, and the lower 500
+feet might be partly relegated to a sausage manufactory and partly let
+out in chambers. The whole would afford a pleasing and striking <i>coup
+d'&oelig;il</i> to any one approaching it either from Waterloo Place,
+Piccadilly or Shaftesbury Avenue, and prove, I think, a happy compromise
+and solution of the somewhat vexed question of the utilisation of the
+disputed space. At least, so the matter strikes your suggestive
+Correspondent,</p>
+
+<p class="author"><span class="smcap">A Hopeful &AElig;dile</span>.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>LEARNING THE LANGUAGE.</h2>
+
+<center><i>A Page from his Bulgarian Ollendorff.</i></center>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Have</span> you perceived the Triumphal Arch at the entry of the City?</p>
+
+<p>No, I have not perceived the Triumphal Arch at the entry of the City,
+but I have noticed the cold shoulder of the Generals.</p>
+
+<p>This must be the congratulatory Round Robin of the Officers.</p>
+
+<p>Yes, it is the congratulatory Round Robin of the Officers, but here also
+is the placard proclaiming me a Usurper.</p>
+
+<p>Has the Snub arrived from the Porte?</p>
+
+<p>Yes, the Snub has arrived from the Porte, and with it the Ultimatum from
+the <span class="smcap">Czar</span>.</p>
+
+<p>In any emergency would you depend upon the omnibus horse provided for
+you by the War Department?</p>
+
+<p>No, in any emergency I would not depend upon the omnibus horse provided
+for me by the War Department, but on the list of trains proceeding to
+the frontier, as furnished in the local <i>Bradshaw</i>.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 40%">
+<a href="images/118.png">
+<img src="images/118.png" width="100%" alt="NAUGHTICAL?" /></a>
+<h3>NAUGHTICAL?</h3>
+<p><i>Yachting Friend (playfully).</i> "<span class="smcap">Have you any experience of Squalls,
+Brown?</span>"</p>
+<p><i>Brown.</i> "<span class="smcap">Squalls!</span>" (<i>Seriously.</i>) "<span class="smcap">My dear Sir, I've brought up Ten in
+Family!</span>"</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>FOR AN IRISH TRIP.</h2>
+
+<center>(<i>Some Preparatory Memoranda.</i>)</center>
+
+<p>1. To get up the early Celtic history, and establish my undoubted right
+to call myself an Irishman, by tracing my pedigree directly back to
+<span class="smcap">Fergus the First</span>.</p>
+
+<p>2. Lend colourable certainty to this by hiring a low-comedy Donnybrook
+Fair suit from <span class="smcap">Nathan's</span>, and wearing it on all public occasions.</p>
+
+<p>3. Make arrangements to take a dozen lessons in jig-dancing and
+shillelagh-flourishing from some recognised Music-Hall celebrity engaged
+in this special line of business.</p>
+
+<p>4. Get the words of the <i>We'll have the Tail off the Cow, Pat</i>, and
+other patriotic songs, by heart, and have an encore verse ready in case
+of being called upon to give it in any popular emergency.</p>
+
+<p>5. Familiarise myself with the use of such expressions as "Whist!
+Whist!" "Arrah! are ye shure now," "divil a bit!" and other Irish
+colloquialisms, and accustom myself to interspersing my orations with
+shrill whoops to give emphasis to a sentence or point to a period as
+occasion may require or suggest.</p>
+
+<p>6. Conceive a defence of boycotting and bring it oratorically, in an
+airy and genial way, within a measurable distance of legality, and back
+it up if possible with some biblical and Homeric analogies.</p>
+
+<p>7. Study the Plan of Campaign practically, by hurling boiling pitch,
+meal, lime and brickbats through a besieged cabin-window into the faces
+of imaginary constabulary without.</p>
+
+<p>8. Habituate myself to mild indulgence in "potheen," occasional drinking
+of confusion to the "Sassenach," and to taking care not to lose sight of
+my return ticket.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>CASE-O'-MY-BANKER.</h2>
+
+<center>(<i>The Story of Another Child.</i>)</center>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Boy stood in the sweltering street,</p>
+<p class="i2">Whence all but he had fled;</p>
+<p class="i0">The fast-departing dog-days' heat,</p>
+<p class="i2">Flamed full upon his head.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">He was not beautiful nor bright,</p>
+<p class="i2">Nor born to rule the storm;</p>
+<p class="i0">A most unlucky urban wight;</p>
+<p class="i2">A small, yet grimy, form.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">His parents could not grant the boon</p>
+<p class="i2">&mdash;A fortnight's Country air;</p>
+<p class="i0">They would have spared him precious soon,</p>
+<p class="i2">But had no cash to spare!</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">He called aloud: "Kind Public, say,</p>
+<p class="i2">If me you have forgot!"</p>
+<p class="i0">But far from Town the Public play</p>
+<p class="i2">Unconscious of his lot.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">"Speak, millionnaires," again he cried,</p>
+<p class="i2">"If I may not levant!"</p>
+<p class="i0">And but the falling leaves replied,</p>
+<p class="i2">And daylight growing scant.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Upon his brow he felt the breath</p>
+<p class="i2">Of summer slowly fail,</p>
+<p class="i0">And looked and prayed for kindly aid,</p>
+<p class="i2">As seaman for a sail.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Meanwhile the Children's Country Fund,</p>
+<p class="i2">Formed near the roaring Strand,</p>
+<p class="i0">(At Buck'n'ham Street, the Number Ten,)</p>
+<p class="i2">Had no more cash in hand!</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">He murmured faintly once again,</p>
+<p class="i2">"Kind Public, must I stay?"</p>
+<p class="i0">While to the seaside cab and train</p>
+<p class="i2">Bore happier lads away.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i0">Ah, Public! You this Summer's heat</p>
+<p class="i2">Have felt at Pleasure's marts;</p>
+<p class="i0">Think how you'd like it in the street,</p>
+<p class="i2">Before it quite departs!</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h3>A Real Sporting Event.</h3>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Arrow-throwing</span> is said to be the latest new sport&mdash;in Yorkshire. Newer
+even than Frog-spearing in France! What next? Perhaps "Javelin-men" will
+soon mean something modern, and not perfunctory. Then
+"Hatchet-throwing"&mdash;in a sense having no relation to travellers'
+taradiddles&mdash;may become the vogue; and Mr. <span class="smcap">Hanbury</span>, who is so much
+concerned about the Salary of the Master of the Hawks, may move in the
+House to have it transferred to a new and actual public functionary&mdash;the
+Master of the Tomahawks.</p>
+
+<hr /><br />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Geologists</span> talk learnedly about the immense antiquity of what they call
+"the Coal measures." The modern coal-measures, needed now, are measures
+for arming our Coaling Stations.</p><br />
+
+<hr />
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>
+
+<h2>ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.</h2>
+
+<center><i>From the Notes of a Colleague of the Member for Barkshire.</i></center>
+
+<p><i>House of Commons, Monday, August 29.</i>&mdash;I was afraid that <span class="smcap">Toby</span> would
+give himself a holiday. For some time since the Whips have kept an
+uneasy eye upon the most independent, the most talented, the most
+industrious of their following. And now he has gone! "He will return&mdash;I
+know he will," before the end of the Session; but for the moment he is
+away&mdash;the deadly dulness that prevailed at Westminster a fortnight since
+was too much for him; and so I follow him in the House&mdash;be it well
+understood, at a respectful distance. His absence will not be pleasing
+to any one&mdash;even the sprightly <span class="smcap">Akers Douglas</span>, forgetting for the moment
+the destination of votes, will regret him. But, as he good-naturedly
+observes, under the impression that he is adapting <span class="smcap">Shakspeare</span> to the
+exigencies of the situation, "Votes may come and votes may go, but the
+Session seemingly goes on for ever!"</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 30%">
+<a href="images/119a.png">
+<img src="images/119a.png" width="100%" alt="Akers Douglas" /></a>
+<h3>A. Ak-rs D--gl-s.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>To return to August 29. The Patriots have determined it shall be a grand
+week for the "Ould Counthry." Many previous weeks have been equally
+grand weeks, or as they would put it "months." When the <span class="smcap">Speaker</span> took his
+seat, scarcely a quorum present. Ministerialists "in reserve," (like
+policemen when some one writes to tell Sir C. <span class="smcap">Warren</span> he is going to
+demonstrate in Trafalgar Square) in various parts of the House.
+Gladstonian Whips well <i>en &eacute;vidence</i> to act as guides to sole
+representatives of the Non-Dissentient Liberals, <span class="smcap">Woodall</span> and <span class="smcap">Childers</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Unprejudiced North Briton <span class="smcap">Douglas Crawford</span> has a question for young
+<span class="smcap">Northcote</span> about pig-iron and coal. Seemingly Scotch firms have been
+overlooked. Surveyor-General of Ordnance very gravely answers question,
+goes home and tenders his resignation, "in consequence of recommendation
+of Committee reporting upon War Office organising and suggesting
+changes." <span class="smcap">Northcote</span> had enough of it. Couldn't even say something funny
+about "burning questions <i>re</i> coal generally ending in smoke."</p>
+
+<p>After <span class="smcap">Joicey</span> had wanted to know why great guns should be let off at
+Tynemouth Castle, and <span class="smcap">Stanhope</span> had promised that for the future they
+should be fired (if possible) in a whisper ("Savours of a bang," put in
+<span class="smcap">Childers</span>, <i>sotto voce</i>), the Irish gentlemen got to their favourite
+sport, <span class="smcap">King-Harman</span> baiting. They had one or two good sets-to, making it
+particularly unpleasant for the Under Secretary about the trial of
+<span class="smcap">O'Brien</span>, Resident Magistrates, and Horse-breeding. But this "illigant
+divarsion" was only a sort of <i>hors d'&oelig;uvres</i> to the <i>pi&egrave;ce de
+r&eacute;sistance</i>, "Supply&mdash;Irish Votes," which was as strong and savoury as
+the National Stew itself.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dillon</span> began the ball by moving a reduction of the Constabulary Votes,
+saying that the chief duties of the officers were, driving out with the
+Country Gentlemen, flirting with all the Young Girls, and shooting with
+the Landlords.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 20%">
+<a href="images/119b.png">
+<img src="images/119b.png" width="100%" alt="H. Northcote" /></a>
+<h3>H. N-rthc-te.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Ah, so it is," said <span class="smcap">Joseph Gillis</span>, with a flush of scarlet indignation
+mounting his noble brow, "It's not the driving and shooting I object
+to&mdash;it's the flirting!"</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joseph Gillis</span> is very excitable when the fair sex is mentioned, and no
+doubt meant what he said.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tim Healy</span> followed on, regretting that <span class="smcap">Grandolph</span> was not there, no doubt
+for the same reason that the Irish gentleman with a shillelagh was sorry
+to see no bald pates neat and handy. He said that the Boycotted were the
+happiest inmates of the distressful country, possibly feeling that they
+had plenty of time for drinking and fighting.</p>
+
+<p>Then the various votes were taken and "talked at," in the customary way
+until the hands of the clock marked Three in the morning. Whenever a
+chance showed itself of a war-whoop&mdash;whiz&mdash;and down came the club upon
+somebody&mdash;anybody. A couple of hours after midnight the Irishmen became
+more conciliatory, soothed by the thought that on the following evening
+they would have <span class="smcap">King-Harman</span> at their mercy.</p>
+
+<p>"He will take a deal of bating," said <span class="smcap">Tim</span>, "but whist, you will see how
+I shall get at him. He's been to Cremorne&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Fie, for shame!" cried <span class="smcap">Joseph Gillis</span>, "don't talk of such sinful
+places!"</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 25%">
+<a href="images/119c.png">
+<img src="images/119c.png" width="100%" alt="Small and Bigger" /></a>
+<h3>Sm-ll and B-gg-r.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Tuesday.</i>&mdash;Lords had a real good afternoon's work. The <span class="smcap">Lord Chancellor</span>
+(with his usual grace&mdash;rather suggestive of the <i>pavan</i> in the Gray's
+Inn Maske) took his seat at 4&middot;30. Squabble about the Woman's Suffrage
+Bill, which, after being deferred for six months, had come up
+again&mdash;scowling. Lord <span class="smcap">Denman</span> proposed "previous question," but <span class="smcap">Lord
+Chancellor</span> (great tactician, but not great lawyer) suggested the matter
+should stand over until the next sitting. Reproach of "got no work to
+do" consequently removed from the Upper House.</p>
+
+<p>Lords adjourned at Five o'Clock for a week, to recover from their
+exertions.</p>
+
+<p>"Whist, bhoys, be aisy now," said <span class="smcap">Tim</span>, in the Commons, when <span class="smcap">King-Harman</span>
+was seen going to his dinner. Then came the deluge.</p>
+
+<p>"It is grand, Sorr," said the only Home-Ruler who does not use an
+accent; "it is just illigant, Sorr; and it's myself is proud of this
+day."</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tim</span> walked into the Under Secretary with "joy." He "scathed" him, and
+said all manner of things about him. He used, amongst other weapons his
+legal knowledge (<span class="smcap">Tim</span> is a great authority upon all legal questions) to
+describe him as a "returned convict."</p>
+
+<p>"Look at that now!" observed <span class="smcap">Joseph Gillis</span>. "It's disgraceful that we
+should be ruled by a man who has assaulted the perlice!"</p>
+
+<p>In the midst of the excitement <span class="smcap">King-Harman</span> suddenly returned from his
+dinner. No doubt he had sacrificed, in his haste to defend himself, or
+rather, what the only Home-Ruler who does not use an accent calls his
+"Ka-rack-tare," from the aspersions of the "inimy," three courses, a
+dessert, to say nothing of a cup of coffee and a <i>chasse</i>. He drew a
+picture of being a lad of two-and-twenty when he assaulted the police at
+Cremorne. Would not Hon. Members of Home-Rule persuasion have done the
+same at that age? Indignant denial of the entire Home-Rule Party, who
+are horrified this suggestion! "Would <i>they</i> tread on the tail of
+anybody's coat? And at two-and-twenty? Look at that, now! Bedad! they
+would just like to get at the Under Secretary's head with a shillelagh
+for making such a suggestion."</p>
+
+<p>And so the war was carried on, <span class="smcap">Tim's</span> heart being at last softened by
+<span class="smcap">King-Harman</span> declaring that he had saved him from ill-treatment at
+Dungannon at the hands of some gentlemen who wanted to show him "how to
+cheer for the <span class="smcap">Queen</span>" with a stick. "I got hold of the men by the neck
+and hurled them back," cried <span class="smcap">King-Harman</span>, unsuccessfully controlling his
+emotion, "and now he&mdash;he&mdash;he says I got into a ro&mdash;ow&mdash;ow at Cremorne."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 30%">
+<a href="images/119d.png">
+<img src="images/119d.png" width="100%" alt="Matthews" /></a>
+<h3>M-tth-ws.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Craymorne, not Cremorne," shouted the Home-Rulers who are proud of
+accuracy.</p>
+
+<p>And while all this excitement reigned around, the <span class="smcap">Home Secretary<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></span> sat
+smiling, glad for once and away to be out of his customary hot corner.
+However, all passed off peacefully and no bones were broken.</p>
+
+<p><i>Thursday.</i>&mdash;House very thin during Question Time, and attendance of
+Ministerialists during the entire sitting very scanty, considering the
+programme. Then there was an incident. Incident came about this way.
+<span class="smcap">Dillon</span> had been seen during hour allowed for Minister-baiting reading
+the huge print of an enormous green placard. First impression he had
+grown short-sighted, and required larger type; second, that he meant
+mischief. Second impression right one. So to raise the question of the
+proclamation of the Ennis County Clare Meeting he asked permission to
+move adjournment of debate. <span class="smcap">Speaker</span> put it, were there requisite number
+of Members present ready to sanction a regular first-class, A 1,
+whack-where-you-will, go-as-you-please, Irish row? <span class="smcap">Speaker</span> used more
+Parliamentary language than this, but that was about his meaning. Sixty
+Members sprang to their feet to testify their desire not to quarrel, but
+to uphold constitutional privileges in the most peaceable manner in the
+world. And then the row began.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dillon</span> had first shot. Meeting was to be of the most peaceful character.
+All that the boys wanted to do was to remind one another of their
+inalienable right to denounce the wanton and overbearing conduct of the
+Government. They would say this in the most illigant manner imaginable,
+without giving offence to anybody. He was going to speak to the boys
+himself, and so was Mr. <span class="smcap">William O'Brien</span>, and so was Mr. <span class="smcap">Philip Stanhope</span>.
+Sure, now, what harm could there be, especially as the meeting was not
+to be held in a part of the country that wanted pacifying? And because
+some rack-renting landlords, wild with fury, and shaking in their shoes
+with apprehension, asked for it to be proclaimed, it was to be! Could
+this be tolerated? No! He would be off that very evening to brave the
+bayonet, the buckshot, the battle and the breeze!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Balfour</span> mildly remonstrating. Ennis, County Clare, best possible place
+in the world; but meeting might cause peasantry to lose the Arcadian
+innocence for which they are at present distinguished. Murmurs from
+Home-Rulers, and, later on, "outrage" by <span class="smcap">Phil Stanhope</span>, who actually had
+the audacity to speak of Chief Secretary as a "whimsical and
+lackadaisical gentleman." The <span class="smcap">Speaker</span> sprang to his feet, and sharply
+rebuked the outrager. Only fancy! Calling <span class="smcap">Arthur Balfour's</span> manner
+whimsical! and lackadaisical! So monstrous! So blood-curdling! so
+untrue!</p>
+
+<p>The usual gentlemen who patronise the "divarsion" having had their full
+share of the fun, the debate was brought to a conclusion. Then the
+gentlemen turned their attention to the remaining Irish Estimates, and
+enjoyed themselves until the next morning.</p>
+
+<p><i>Friday and Saturday.</i>&mdash;Sittings at this time of the year get so mixed,
+that they take two days to give a single date. Committee of the House as
+before; Irish Estimates as before; "illigant divarsion" as before. And
+so, half asleep, the remains of what, a few months ago, had been a
+self-respecting House of Commons continued its dreary Session.</p>
+
+<p><i>Total for the Week.</i>&mdash;Irish Business carried on in Irish manner, and
+<span class="smcap">Chamberlain</span> booked for Canada.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>SOME NOTES AT STARMOUTH.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">An</span> outcast once more! I exchange the blessing invoked on the perfidious
+<span class="smcap">Plapper</span> for curse of equal calibre. On&mdash;on&mdash;like the Wandering Jew, or
+the Pilgrim of Love. No rest but the hotel for me! Starmouth landladies
+beginning to enter into the humour of the thing&mdash;they appear now with a
+broad grin, repeated on faces of accepted lodgers at windows. They
+evidently do not consider me a sound investment. Meet other homeless
+ones, searching&mdash;we scowl at one another jealously.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 30%">
+<a href="images/120a.png">
+<img src="images/120a.png" width="100%" alt="Sound Investment" /></a>
+<h3>Sound Investment.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>Evening is getting on&mdash;which is more than I am. Sinking into a state of
+maudlin self-pity. My poor Drama&mdash;and all the things I ordered to be
+sent in to <span class="smcap">Plapper's</span>! He, or his lodger, will read by <i>my</i> lamp, bathe
+in <i>my</i> bath, feed on my jam&mdash;while I ... but I cannot trust myself to
+think of it&mdash;or Starmouth may lose one of its leading opticians?....
+Later&mdash;<i>saved!</i> It still seems incredible to me&mdash;but I have rooms at
+last! At Mrs. <span class="smcap">Surge's</span>&mdash;a widow lady, who, as she tells me herself, has
+not been in a hurry to put up her card, as she likes "to pick her
+lodgers." And she has picked Me&mdash;me, the Blighted, the scorned of
+Starmouth! No sea-view&mdash;but plenty of horsehair. Sunflowers and
+mignonette in long front garden; bow-window, and regiment of geraniums
+drawn up in pots on little table. Go back, and recover luggage.</p>
+
+<p>Return to Mrs. <span class="smcap">Surge's</span> roof, not without nervous apprehensions&mdash;she may
+repent, or I might find the house a smoking ruin. Can't get over an idea
+that the Fates are pursuing me. However, they seem to be taking a rest
+just now. I am free at last to study Starmouth. Hitherto I have had eyes
+for nothing but little cards with "Apartments" on them.</p>
+
+<p>No doubt about Starmouth being full. Streets crowded. Most of the young
+men promenading in flannels and cricket "blazers," of startling
+brilliancy. Children, young girls, and stout matrons in striped linen
+yachting-caps. (When you are elderly, and at all stout, you do <i>not</i>
+appear to advantage in this form of head-dress.) <i>Chars-&agrave;-bancs</i>, flys,
+tricycles, goat-chaises. Always thought Starmouth was a picturesque
+fishing-village, with windmills, wooden huts, and drying-nets along
+beach. It isn't.</p>
+
+<p>Still, of course, the change from all London associations, the absolute
+quiet must have tendency to refresh the fagged brain. (Always rather a
+gratifying reflection somehow, to think one has a fagged brain.) I
+observe they are doing <i>Our Boys</i> at the theatre. At the Aquarium are
+the <span class="smcap">Buffon</span> Brothers with their celebrated Acrobatic Ass "from all the
+London Music-Halls." Switchback Railway, too, on the beach, and
+automatic machines about every five yards. Plenty of life here.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 30%">
+<a href="images/120b.png">
+<img src="images/120b.png" width="100%" alt="As caption" /></a>
+<h3>Is-linked-on.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>I am becoming gradually aware that Starmouth, though full, is not
+exactly fashionable. I infer this, partly from the fact that already I
+instinctively turn round to look curiously at the speaker, when I hear a
+duly aspirated "h," <i>&agrave; la mode d'Islington</i>, partly from the prevalence
+and popularity of the whelk-stalls on the Esplanade. Really good
+society, even in its laxest mood, would scarcely support quite so many.</p>
+
+<p>On the Pier. Military Band. View of Beach from sea very beautiful at
+night, fairy-like effect of continuous line of light from whelk-stalls.
+Yet one would hesitate to put a touch of description like that into a
+novel&mdash;curious the prudery of fiction, your realistic French author
+would describe contents of all the little saucers. That is <i>Art</i>, and I
+shall see if I can work it in to my drama somehow.</p>
+
+<p>Leave Pier. Back to Esplanade. Crowd round young man singing to
+concertina a ditty about a certain <span class="smcap">Jemima</span> who though "so fond of her
+beer, was always a Mug."</p>
+
+<p>Sentimental Song, to harp, at next corner. About a Stowaway, with golden
+curls, and "dear baby lips," and "sweet little eyes," how a cruel Mate
+found him in the hold, and was so touched that he kissed him on the
+forehead for speaking the "tree-youth," and the crew wept. Most
+pathetic&mdash;Singer himself compelled to retire to public-house at
+conclusion.</p>
+
+<p>Bed. Dream my Nautical Drama accepted by Mr. <span class="smcap">Irving</span>&mdash;a <i>waking</i> dream,
+too!</p>
+
+<p><i>Sunday.</i>&mdash;Breakfast. My landlady evidently person of strict propriety.
+My two boiled eggs come in dressed in little red-worsted petticoats. It
+never occurred to me before that a bare egg was calculated to call up a
+blush&mdash;but really they make me feel almost shy now&mdash;they do look so coy,
+so modest in their simple attire. Possibly, though, Starmouth eggs are
+not very strong, and require artificial warmth.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 25%">
+<a href="images/120c.png">
+<img src="images/120c.png" width="100%" alt="Holloway" /></a>
+<h3>Holloway.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>Bells. Stream of people, looking good, in tall hats and best things,
+going inland&mdash;unregenerate stream, in tweeds, making for sands.
+Salvation Army, with fervent but tactless drum. Sunday not a day for
+Nautical Drama. Beach, "Will I take a tract?" Hate being rude, so
+accept.... I have gone a hundred yards, and I have fourteen
+tracts&mdash;almost enough to start distributing on my own account.</p>
+
+<p><i>Evening.</i>&mdash;Sacred Music. That is, I go to pier when Military Band is
+playing. Band certainly broad in its views&mdash;I find them performing an
+unmistakable polka. There are sacred dances, I know, in Oratorios&mdash;but
+surely not <i>polkas</i>? As they follow it up with <i>Faust</i>, and the
+<i>Jeunesse Dor&eacute;e</i> Valse, I realise that I am on the secular, or Trafalgar
+Pier&mdash;it is <i>Waterloo</i> Pier that has the Sacred Band.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 30%">
+<a href="images/120d.png">
+<img src="images/120d.png" width="100%" alt="As caption" /></a>
+<h3>My Lend.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>Crush tremendous; all the art, chivalry, and beauty of Holloway and Mile
+End pass in dazzling procession before me. "Shouldn't you laugh if this
+old pier was to come down, eh? There's a tidy lot on it," observes a
+Blazer to a Yachting Cap. "I should 'ang on to you if it did," responds
+the Cap, tenderly&mdash;"we'd all gow down together!"</p>
+
+<p>The pier is certainly crowded&mdash;is it strong? Don't like the idea of
+going down with my Drama unwritten. Shall retire&mdash;good night's rest, and
+then start fresh with Drama in morning.</p><br />
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/120e.gif" width="45" height="20" alt="pointing finger" />
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Punch, or the London Charivari. Volume 93,
+September 10, 1887, by Various
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+ PUNCH,
+
+ OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
+
+ VOLUME 93.
+
+ SEPTEMBER 10, 1887.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+STRANGE ADVENTURES OF ASCENA LUKINGLASSE.
+
+(_By_ PHIL UPPES, _Author of "An Out-of-Luck Young Man," "Jack and Jill
+went up the Hill," "The Bishop and his Grandmother," &c._)
+
+ASCENA'S NARRATIVE.
+
+THE story which I have to tell is more than strange. It is so terrible,
+so incredible, so entirely contrary to all that any ordinary reader of
+the _London Journal_ or the "penny dreadfuls" has ever heard of, that
+even now I have some doubt in telling it. I happen, however, to know it
+is true, and so does my husband. My husband will come in presently with
+his narrative. There! that ought to make you curious. A very good
+commencement.
+
+My early life was uneventful. I was a foundling. I was left with two old
+ladies (I fancy I may work them up some day into "character" sketches)
+by a perfect gentleman, who, after giving them L200, went away the next
+morning to Vienna for ever. He left with these two old ladies a little
+wardrobe full of clothes, but there was not a mark, nor so much as an
+initial, upon a single thing. They had all been cut out with a sharp
+pair of scissors.
+
+This again ought to excite your curiosity. Bear it in mind. Mysterious
+parentage--no mother, no marks, and father gone to Vienna for ever.
+
+The two old ladies kept a school, in which I first was a scholar, then a
+teacher. There I remained until I was seventeen, when I was tall and
+strong for my age, and looked more like three or four and twenty. One
+day one of the old ladies said to me--
+
+"Now, my dear, I will tell you what we are going to do. We are going to
+sell the school, and buy a little cottage at Bognor. It doesn't face the
+sea, and just holds two. So, as we have considered you more or less our
+own daughter, we are going to kick you out. Now don't let's talk any
+more about it to-day, but tell us to-morrow at breakfast, like a dear
+good girl, that we are going to do what you wish."
+
+"I shall tell you to-morrow," I answered, firmly. "I'll pretend to think
+the matter over with all my might and main, until to-morrow morning, and
+then give you an answer as solemnly weighed, and as carefully set out,
+as a Saturday afternoon essay."
+
+So I was kicked out.
+
+I became a governess in the household of Mrs. COWSTREAM. That household
+consisted of the master, whose manner was what old ladies in
+Lincolnshire call "rampageous," the children, who were, beyond doubt,
+hopelessly dull, and the mistress, who was colourless.
+
+Nothing particularly happened save my dismissal (after receiving a
+salary of about a thousand to twelve-hundred a year) within six months.
+With about four-hundred pounds in hand I went to the Charing Cross
+Hotel.
+
+I feel I am a little plot-less. So far: foundling, old ladies at Bognor,
+aimless engagement by Mrs. COWSTREAM and advertisement for the Charing
+Cross Hotel. All good in their way, but not quite enough. I want an
+incident. I have it.
+
+Having untold gold, I thought I would buy some gloves in the Tottenham
+Court Road. I entered an omnibus, was much struck by an old woman who
+sat next me, bought the gloves, was arrested as a thief for passing
+false money and saved from penal servitude for life by old woman. Come,
+there's action for you! Still, I don't know why it is, but we don't seem
+to get much "forrader."
+
+The old woman hurried me about from place to place feeding me simply on
+grapes and bonbons. For some reason I was not allowed to know where I
+was. I didn't want to, and not caring a brass-farthing for the selfish
+old ladies at Bognor, it mattered nothing to me whether they heard from
+me or not. After a time the old woman asked me to sign this with my
+blood.
+
+"In consideration of seven pounds a week, I agree to sell my dreams
+between sunset and sunrise, the payment ceasing on my death, and my
+dreams, if any, immediately becoming only, and unconditionally my own."
+
+I broke out laughing and signed it. Then the old woman said:--
+
+"I am old enough to be your mother, and I am sure you know I feel kindly
+towards you. I am not entirely my own mistress--think well of me if you
+can."
+
+Then placing by my side a little bottle of champagne, potted meats,
+Devonshire cream, and dainty biscuits of various kinds, she left me. The
+next day I was kicked out and carried in a carriage to Dawlish. I had a
+nice little dinner--tender beefsteak, new potatoes, asparagus and
+spinach, a bottle of sound port and a ripe stilton. After this, somehow
+or other, I had a restless night. I was tormented with strange dreams in
+which appeared a person whom I had never seen in my life. Certainly not
+that I can remember. He was an old man wearing an immense opal on his
+right-hand little finger. I had never seen such an opal before. The
+dream was confused, I can only give these facts about it.
+
+Let's see how I am getting on. Mysterious parentage. School life. Old
+woman in omnibus, ghastly-comical agreement, heavy dinner and consequent
+nightmare. Is that all? No, I have forgotten the advertisement for the
+Charing Cross Hotel. All told, I can't say that there is much in my
+story. Must get on. More heavy dinners, more nightmares. Went to
+Brighton. Saw Doctor who said, "Your nerves are out of order, you are
+suffering from a malady called Incipient Detearia. What do you drink?"
+
+"Nothing but port, maraschino, and champagne."
+
+"Quite right. Persevere. I am going away for a fortnight. Continue your
+diet, and, when I return, I will come and see you again. By that time
+your malady will have reached an acute stage. By the way, do you ever
+eat?"
+
+"Not as much as I drink. I sometimes have a plate of turtle soup, but
+chiefly as an excuse for a glass of punch."
+
+"Quite so. Good day."
+
+After this, my dreams became more and more confused, and I grew quite
+ill. Then I met a gentleman at the _table d'hote_, called Captain
+CHARLES. He was most kind, asked me on board his yacht, and, when we had
+got to Dieppe, said,--
+
+"Miss ASCENA, I think we both understand each other. I am afraid I have
+done very wrong in kidnapping you. Well, now, I am going to put a
+question to you, straight and fair. When the yacht slipped anchor at
+Brighton, I had a marriage-licence in our names, in a morocco case in my
+pocket, upon which any clergyman on the Continent is bound to act. It's
+no Gretna-Green business, I can assure you."
+
+"I'll talk about it this afternoon, if I am well enough," I said,
+holding on to a rope (it was very rough), and, feeling myself turning
+deadly pale.
+
+"Are you married already?" he asked, with a something like a choking in
+his mouth.
+
+"No, no, no," I cried. "I like you very much."
+
+I got out of the general embarrassment by fainting away until I found
+myself in the Hotel Royal, Dieppe.
+
+Again I pause to say that I fancy somehow I am making a mess of this
+story. To my list I have added an absolutely pointless and superfluous
+case of kidnapping, which would be unpleasant were it not ridiculous.
+
+Well, the Doctor came, and said I was to have a large glass of port wine
+and a small glass of beef tea every ten minutes. This did me good. After
+a few hours of this treatment, feeling more communicative, I told
+Captain CHARLES all I have written here. I also explained to him my
+difficulty in carrying on my tale without a _collaborateur_.
+
+He stooped over me, kissed me gently on the forehead, and said--
+
+"Never mind, dearest. I will send for a curious old man from Strasburg,
+and have myself a shot at the story. Two pens are better than one."
+
+I could only wonder how it would all end, and, vaguely hope for the
+best.
+
+CAPTAIN CHARLES' NARRATIVE.
+
+My name is ALBERT CHARLES. I have a curious old friend who lives at
+Strasburg, called OUTHOUSE. I am CHARLES, his friend. I wrote to
+OUTHOUSE and told him Miss LUKINGLASSE'S story--of course, in
+unscientific language. He replied, it was deeply interesting, and he
+would come to me at once. He arrived, and immediately performed the old
+"drop of ink trick," where, it will be remembered, a chap is made to
+describe what he sees in a little writing-fluid.
+
+Then OUTHOUSE turned to me with a strangely solemn face.
+
+"We have got our finger," said he, "on the tarantula in his hole, the
+viper in his lair, the _pieuvre_ in his cave. Such monsters should not
+be allowed to live."
+
+I was bewildered. We made our way from Newhaven to Chislehurst. We
+called upon the old man with the opal, of whom we had so often talked.
+He trembled. OUTHOUSE seemed to swell to twice his natural height. Then
+the old chap with the opal appeared to wither under his gaze. Then he
+changed to all manner of colours, and literally exploded. He went off
+with a feeble bang, like a cheap firework. Not waiting to pick up his
+pieces, we returned to Dieppe, collared the omnibus old woman (whom we
+found on the point of strangling ASCENA), and got her sent to prison,
+where she very properly committed suicide to save us further
+embarrassment. After these preliminaries had been successfully
+accomplished, I am pleased to say that ASCENA enjoyed peaceful dreams
+and sweet repose.
+
+There now! I have cleared up things pretty well, and don't think it bad
+for a first attempt.
+
+ASCENA'S NARRATIVE.
+
+I am married to Captain CHARLES, and OUTHOUSE is to live with us for
+ever. This is pleasant. I am a little disappointed that circumstances
+over which I have no control should prevent me from telling you why I
+was a foundling, what was done with my juvenile wardrobe, why my father
+never returned from Vienna, what on earth became of my dreams when I
+sold them to somebody or other for a pound a day--in fact, what it is
+all about. You will say that I am a fraud, a mistake, an unconsidered
+trifle. You will be right. Mrs. Captain CHARLES is very stupid and
+commonplace. Alas! there has been a great falling off since the days of
+ASCENA LUKINGLASSE!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: A PARVENU.
+
+(THE COMING ARISTOCRACY OF MIND.)
+
+_He._ "CHARMING YOUTH, THAT YOUNG BELLAMY--SUCH A REFINED AND CULTIVATED
+INTELLECT! WHEN YOU THINK WHAT HE'S _RISEN_ FROM, POOR FELLOW, IT REALLY
+DOES HIM CREDIT!"
+
+_She._ "WHY, WERE HIS PEOPLE--A--INFERIAH!"
+
+_He._ "WELL, YES. HIS GRANDFATHER'S AN EARL, YOU KNOW, AND HIS UNCLE'S A
+BISHOP; AND HE _HIMSELF_ IS HEIR TO AN OLD BARONETCY WITH EIGHTY
+THOUSAND A YEAR!"]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A TALE OF TERROR.
+
+HE sat, or rather grovelled, amongst a pile of daily newspapers. His
+eyes were wilder, much wilder, than the Wild West of BUFFALO-BILL, his
+hair was as dishevelled as that of an infuriated Irish M.P. after an
+All-night Sitting. He looked as mad as a hatter.
+
+"What ails you?" I inquired, sympathetically, soothingly. For all
+answer--as the ebulliently sentimental she-novelist saith--he pointed to
+the pell-mell pile of morning papers.
+
+"Poor fellow!" said I. "Have you then been trying to understand Sir
+HENRY ROSCOE'S erudite Address to the British Association?"
+
+He shook his head emphatically.
+
+"Or to make head or tail, flesh, fowl, or good red herring of one of
+AUBERON HERBERT'S acidulous jeremiads?"
+
+Again he shook his head, and tore his hair at the same time.
+
+"Or to learn from MATTHEW ARNOLD'S moony meanderings, complacent
+assumptions, and tart imputations, what is the real nature of his
+favourite, quiet, reasonable person,
+
+'Asperitatis et invidiae corrector et irae?'"
+
+Once more that action of decided dissent.
+
+"Then perhaps you have been trying to find the 'sweet reasonableness,'
+and the invaluable 'dry light' of Science in Professor TYNDALL'S furious
+fulminations from the Alps?"
+
+"Nay, nay, not so," he sobbed, insanely.
+
+"You may have been endeavouring to reconcile all Mr. GLADSTONE'S
+Home-Rule utterances during the last ten years, to identify the Mr.
+BRIGHT of to-day with the People's Tribune of forty years syne, to
+measure the motives of Mr. CHAMBERLAIN, or appraise the intrinsic
+importance of JESSE, 'the Member for Three Acres and a Cow?'"
+
+"Alas, no!"
+
+"Humph! You cannot possibly have been so foolish as to venture the
+brain-dizzying dangers of a course of the 'Thunderer's' tempestuous
+Home-Rule leaders?"
+
+He had not, and intimated as much, mournfully.
+
+"Dear me! Desperate man, _do_ not say that you have been trying to
+analyse the authoritative 'Analyses' of this year's County Cricketing,
+to test their apportionment of champion honours, or track out their
+distracting decimals to their last hidden lair!"
+
+"Worse than that--far worse!" he moonily muttered.
+
+"You alarm me, rash man!" I cried. "Can it possibly be that from a
+comparison of the works of the (Sporting) Prophets you have foolishly
+essayed to spot the winner of the coming St. Leger?"
+
+"No such luck," said he, with a shudder.
+
+I drew near to him, and whispered low in his ear--
+
+"Have you--_have_ you been seeking the meaning of the verses of some
+peer-poet in the _Morning Post_?"
+
+"Would--_would_ it were but that," he groaned, picking a single straw
+from the truss or so that stuck porcupine-quill-wise in his tangled fell
+of hair.
+
+"I have it!" I cried. "You have an attack of veritable 'Whitmania,'
+arising from a too long indulgence in the intoxicating yet enervating
+flow of Swinburnian superlatives?"
+
+"The deuce a bit of it," he snapped, testily.
+
+I was growing impatient, and inclined "to give it up."
+
+"Oh! this is worse than ARGYLL on Political Economy, or a Double
+Acrostic!" I grumbled, angrily. "What in the name of Eleusis _have_ you
+been up to?"
+
+"_Listen!_" he whispered, placing his lips close to my ears; "listen,
+and marvel if you may; aid me if you can. _I have been trying, by a
+comparison of the comments thereupon in the various party papers, to
+understand the real significance of a_ BYE-ELECTION!!!"
+
+"Miserable man!" I gasped, "that way indeed Madness lies. Know you not
+that human imbecility in those identical comments reaches its absolutely
+'lowest deep' of abject folly and crazy inconsequence. Know you not that
+nothing--positively _nothing_ in the whole history of this crack-brained
+world--is so mad and so maddening as a Tory article on a bye-election
+won by a Liberal, or a Liberal article on a bye-election gained by a
+Tory? Know you not that in these dismally, delirious lucubrations, all
+the rules of arithmetic, all the laws of logic, all the palpable
+bearings of facts, all the obvious meanings of words, to say nothing of
+the dictates of veracity, and the impulse of fairness, are deliberately
+inverted, perverted, played moral havoc and intellectual pitch-and-toss
+with? Know you not that the gibberings of Bedlam are clear and continent
+sense compared with the argufyings of a party-scribe 'explaining away'
+an opponent's success, or picturing an ally's crushing defeat as a
+'moral victory?' Know you not that the (supposed) necessity of penning
+such frantic fustian makes a Tory Thunderer drivel like a drunken
+THERSITES, and a Radical RHADAMANTHUS equivocate like a pettifogging
+attorney? Know you not----?"
+
+But with a howl of horror the wretched victim of party silliness and
+factious sophistry pitched head-first amidst the pile of papers--MAD!!!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+Laissez-Faire.
+
+ "I believe, if you would let alone this unhappy peasantry, there
+ would be no difficulty whatever."--Mr. BALFOUR, _on the Irish
+ Question_.
+
+ THE Irish Landlord has lost his tenants,
+ And doesn't know where to find them;
+ Let them alone, and they'll come home,
+ And bring rents (in their pockets) behind them.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A REAL "INKY FLOOD."
+
+"HERE lies one whose name was written in water," the sad but happily
+inappropriate epitaph which KEATS suggested for himself. Had he lived in
+our days he would have felt it to be equivocal. People are writing to
+the papers with "ink," said to be made out of Thames water. Styx itself
+was surely nothing to this. An inkstand has been called "_mare nigrum_,"
+but hitherto no poetic trope-maker has been bold enough to speak of a
+river as an inkstand. Facts _are_ stranger than fiction!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+'ARRY AT THE SEA-SIDE.
+
+ DEAR CHARLIE,
+
+ 'Ow are you, old oyster? _I_'m doin' the briny, dear boy;
+ Got my usual fortnit, yer know, as I makes it a pint to enjoy,
+ Things is quisby at 'ome, and they pressed me to chuck up my annual
+ spree,
+ And stand by to look arter the mater who's down with rheumatics. Not me!
+
+ Relations are that bloomin' selfish it fair gives a feller the sick,
+ I'm jest tidy myself, flush of tin, with no end of a thunderin' "pick,"
+ And now I've a chance of a outing to keep myself up to the mark,
+ I'm to stay in the doldrums at 'ome! It's _too_ much of a screamin'
+ old lark.
+
+ No, CHARLIE, boy, self-preservation's the fust law of Nature, yer know;
+ So I jest slung my 'ook like a shot and came here for a bite and a blow.
+ I'm as red as a bloomin' tomarter already, and talk about stodge!
+ Jest you arsk the old mivvey as caters for me at the crib where I lodge.
+
+ Number Seventeen, Paragon Place, is my diggings, mate, floor
+ Number Three,
+ From the right'and bow-winder's off-corner you ketch a side-squint of
+ the sea.
+ White stucco and hemerald sun-blinds, trailed up with a fine
+ "Glory" rose,
+ And a slavey as pooty as pie, if it weren't for the smuts on her nose.
+
+ Oh, I'm up to the knocker, I tell yer; fresh 'errins for breakfast,
+ old pal,
+ Bottled beer by the bucket, prime 'bacca, and oh, such a scrumptious
+ young gal!
+ Picked 'er up on the pier, mate, permiskus, last Wensday as ever was.
+ Whew!
+ She would take the shine out of some screamers, I tell yer, my pippin,
+ would Loo.
+
+ Dropped 'er 'at the feet of yours, truly, and 'ARRY, of course, was
+ all there.
+ Her 'airpins went flyin! Thinks I, that's a jolly fine sample of 'air;
+ As black as my boots, and as shiny, and oh! sech a 'eavenly smell.
+ "Hillo! Miss," sez I, "while you're 'andy, there's no need for
+ Mister RIMMEL."
+
+ That nicked 'er, my nibs. It's the patter as does it, of course _with_
+ good looks;
+ Gals do like a chap as can gab, as you'll find by them Libery books.
+ Take WEEDEE, my boy, or Miss BROUGHTON; you'll see if a feller would
+ tackle
+ A feminine fair up to dick, he 'as got to be dabs at the cackle.
+
+ And that's where _I_ score, my dear CHARLIE. Lor bless yer, in
+ 'arf an 'our more,
+ Me and Loo was as cosy as cousins, tucked up in a nook on the shore.
+ Gives yer 'oliday outing a flaviour, the feminine element do,
+ Although, _ontry noo_, dear old pal, it's a tidy stiff drain on
+ yer "screw."
+
+ 'Owsomever, flare up and blow "exes" is always my motter, yer see;
+ And I never minds blueing the pieces purwided I gets a good spree;
+ Wich is jest wot I'm 'aving at present. You'll say, at this pint,
+ I expect,
+ "'ARRY'S doing the Toff as per usual." To which, mate, I answers,
+ "_Ker_-rect!"
+
+ Socierty's right, my dear CHARLIE,--Socierty always _is_ right,--
+ GLADSTONE'S gab about "masses and classes" is all tommy rot and
+ sour spite.
+ There is only one class worth consid'rin', and that is the reglar
+ _fust_-class;
+ And the chap as don't try to get into it--well, he is simply a ass.
+
+ Socierty sez, "When the Season is hover, slide off to the Sea!
+ It's _the_ place for a fair autumn barney." And shall I dispute it?
+ Not me.
+ 'ARRY knows his tip better than that, Sir. Your juggins may 'ave
+ 'is own whim
+ About bicycling, boating, or wot not; _I_ mean bein' well in the swim.
+
+ Lor, it warms a cove's heart dontcherknow, puts his sperrits right slap
+ on the rise,
+ Wen the Niggers are dancing a break-down or singing _Two Lovely
+ Black Eyes_.
+ To see lardy Toffs and swell ladies, and smart little gals with
+ no fuss,
+ 'Anging round on the listen and snigger as though they wos each
+ one of _hus_.
+
+ They likes it, my lad, yus they likes it, the Music Hall patter and
+ slang.
+ Yet some jugginses kick at _my_ lingo as _vulgar_! Oh, let 'em go 'ang.
+ Take a run, Mister Mealymouthed Critic, go home and eat coke, poor
+ old man.
+ All Toffs as _is_ Toffs share my tastes; we are built on the very
+ same plan.
+
+ Wots the hodds if yer rides in a kerredge, or drives in a double-'orse
+ drag,
+ With a 'orn and a loud concerteena and lots o' prime prog in the bag?
+ It is only a question of ochre, the principle's ditto all round.
+ It is larks by the Sea we all seek, and they suits us all down to
+ the ground.
+
+ But now, I am off to the Pier, CHARLIE. Boat's coming in from Boolong,
+ And I wouldn't miss that not for nothink. The wind blows a little bit
+ strong,
+ And there's bound to be lots on 'em quisby, some regular goners, dessay;
+ And it _is_ sech a lark to chi-ike them, the best bit o' fun of the day.
+
+ Old jokers in sealskin caps, CHARLIE, drawn over their poor blue old
+ ears,
+ Pooty gals with complexions like paste-pots, old mivvies gone green
+ with the queers;
+ Little toffs with their billycocks raked, jest to swagger it off like,
+ yer know,
+ But with hoptics like badly-biled whelks. Oh, I tell yer it's all a
+ prime show.
+
+ _Larf_, CHARLIE? It bangs ARTHUR ROBERTS, and makes a chap bloomin'
+ nigh bust.
+ I must take a 'am sanwich to munch. Wen a cove ketches sight on it fust,
+ And I sings out, "Hi! who'll 'ave a fat 'un?" to see that bloke shudder
+ and shrink,
+ And go gooseberry green in the gills, is _too_ lovely, mate. Wot do
+ _you_ think?
+
+ And all this, with the larks on the sands, niggers, spotting the
+ bathers,--that's spiff!--
+ Sails round, going bobbing for whiting, and singing at night on
+ the cliff,
+ Not to mention rides out, as per posters, and quiet flirtations with Loo,
+ I was quietly asked to chuck up 'long o' Mother's rheumatics! Yah boo!
+
+ 'ARRY'S not sech a mug, I essure you. Sweet Home is dashed fiddlededee.
+ _I_'m not nuts on yer dabby domestic, it spiles a smart chap for a spree.
+ Ony sorry my time's nearly hup; but, as fur as the ochre will carry,
+ Do the briny with swells _like_ a swell, is the tip of
+ Yours scrumptiously, 'ARRY.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: "OVERCAST."
+
+THEY WERE OUT FOR A DAY IN THE COUNTRY--WERE LATE AT THE STATION--HE
+LEFT IT TO HER TO TAKE THE TICKETS--A HORRID CROWD--FRIGHTFULLY HOT--AND
+SHE WAS HUSTLED AND FLUSTERED CONSIDERABLY WHEN SHE REACHED THE
+CARRIAGE.
+
+_He (cool and comfortable)._ "HOW CHARMING THE YELLOW GORSE----"
+
+_She (in a withering tone)._ "YOU DIDN'T 'XPECT TO SEE IT BLUE, I
+S'PPOSE!" [_Tacet!_]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+SALUBRITIES ABROAD.
+
+_Thirteenth day of Cure at Royat. Hotel Continental._--The view from my
+window is charming, whether on a bright morning or a moonlight night.
+But I am not contented with it. There is within me an "OLIVER, asking
+for more." Had I the faith which moves mountains, I would order that
+hill opposite to be removed, so as to give me a more extensive, and a
+grander view.
+
+ * * *
+
+_The Beggars at Royat._--A nuisance and a disgrace to the place. Why are
+these wretched creatures allowed to trade on their fearful afflictions?
+Are there no free hospitals, no charitable institutions, where they can
+be taken care of? Of course there are. Is there no power to compel them
+to go in? Is there no "_traitement_" for them?
+
+ * * *
+
+As for the little beggar boys and girls who are brought up to the trade
+and who waylay us all day, cannot they be put to some useful work and be
+forced into school? These able-bodied paupers should be employed in
+mending the footpaths leading up to Gravenoire and the environs, which
+are in a very bad condition.
+
+ * * *
+
+I do not object, indeed by this time I take rather kindly to the _vin du
+pays_, but I detest what Mr. "DUMB-CRAMBO" would call--
+
+[Illustration: The Whine of the Country.]
+
+ * * *
+
+_A propos_ of walks in a wretched condition, why don't their Worships,
+the Maires of Royat and Chamaliere, lay their heads together and mend
+the footpaths? In making the above suggestion, I do not contemplate
+wood-pavement. No: but I do think that these beggars might be utilised.
+
+ * * *
+
+_Pensees d'un Baigneur._--A bather has plenty of time to emulate the
+celebrated parrot. What can he do--the bather not the parrot--in his
+bath, except think? He can talk, hum, or sing. He can recite: and
+exercise his voice and memory. But this would attract attention, and I
+fancy the talking, singing, or reciting bather would very soon be
+requested to keep quiet. Therefore he must think. He may not sleep: it
+is not permitted by the faculty. No: thinking is the thing. The time in
+a bath,--thirty-five minutes of it--passes as a dream, and the thoughts
+are as difficult to catch and fix as butterflies. Here are a few:--
+
+It is absolutely necessary to please oneself even in things apparently
+indifferent. Out of politeness, I yielded yesterday to an invitation to
+take a drive of two hours. I was ill for nearly a couple of days
+afterwards.... So was the kind person who took me. I believe she meant
+it well, and intended it as an act of politeness. (N. B. This was
+written within the first seven days of the "_traitement_". This sort of
+thing must come out of you. The waters bring out selfishness and
+ingratitude.)
+
+ * * *
+
+Morning after morning I find myself staring at the notice on the wall at
+the foot of my bath. From that I gather that I am a "titulaire." My
+bath-cell is No. 17. So as Titulaire I am Number Seventeen,--like a
+convict. My Gaoler, the bathman, does not know me perhaps by any other
+name than "Monsieur &c., Dix-Sept." Ah, well, I never thought I should
+be seventeen again. But I am--at Royat. How it must be re-juvenising me!
+
+ * * *
+
+I have been looking over a list of excursions to various "Salubrities
+Abroad." Among them I find this:--"_De Lyon en Savoie et en Dauphine par
+Saint-Andre-le-Gaz, et retour_".
+
+"St. Andrew-the-Gas" sounds a novel name in a calendar. He was evidently
+a Saint much in advance of his time. An excellent man of course
+"according to his lights."
+
+ * * *
+
+I saw a subject here for Mr. MARKS, R.A. A bearded Franciscan Monk in
+his brown habit, with cord and rosary at his waist, sending a telegram
+at the telegraph office. Imagine the surroundings. Mr. MARKS might call
+it an Anachronism.
+
+ * * *
+
+When abroad, I make notes of the names of any new dishes. The following
+one was new to me as a name, not as a dish, which was simple enough,
+"_Culottes de boeuf a la fermiere_". What next? "_Calecons de veau a
+la baigneuse?_" "_Gilets de mouton a la bergere?_" "_Culottes de veau a
+la Brian O'Lynn?_" "_Chapeau de volaille a la coq?_"
+
+ * * *
+
+_Music._--This morning, the fifteenth of my sojourn here, the band is
+playing something new. This is refreshing, as I am becoming a little
+tired of the overtures to _Zampa_, _Guillaume Tell_, _Italiano in
+Algeria_, selections from the _Huguenots_ (highly popular as a good
+finish to any concert) and the dance music, waltzes and mazurkas, which
+have been popular for the last two years.
+
+ * * *
+
+The clocks of Royat are still in an undecided state. The uninitiated
+person who takes his time--(_Note, en passant for all baigneurs
+here_--Never be in a hurry, and always "take your time," no matter from
+where you take it)--from the Hotel, and starts at 7.30 in order to reach
+his bath by 8,--a walk of five minutes,--will find, on arriving at the
+_Etablissement_, that it is just 8.5, so that he has taken a quarter of
+an hour to do the distance. If he starts from the _Etablissement_ at
+8.30, to meet a friend at the station, on arriving there he will
+discover that it is 8.15 by the Railway Clock, so that he is at the end
+of his journey a quarter of an hour before he set out, having done the
+distance in considerably less than no time,--a record worth preserving.
+The Post Office Authorities, in despair, have put up a notice informing
+everybody that their clock has no connection with that of the
+_Etablissement_, which may just do what it likes and be wound to it, and
+ignoring all church-clock authority and all municipal authority too,
+they (the Post Office Authorities aforesaid) announce that they intend
+to take their time from the Railway station, but even then will give
+themselves a margin of five minutes one way or the other, so that the
+public wishing to send letters must ascertain what the post times
+_ought_ to be, and then give themselves another margin of at least ten
+minutes on the safe side. The calculation is not very complicated when
+you are accustomed to it, and its uncertainty lends a gentle stimulus to
+the ordinary routine of the uneventful life at Royat.
+
+ * * *
+
+For "Excursions from Royat by Rail or Road," see my Guide-Book,
+forthcoming.
+
+ * * *
+
+This advice, "_See my Guide_," or "_See my History_," is perpetually
+recurring as a friendly hint--it really being a most artful way of
+introducing an advertisement to your notice--in that invaluable
+publication, the _Guides Diamant, P. Joanne_, series, HACHETTE & CIE.,
+without which no traveller's pocket or bag is completely furnished. Time
+for _siesta_.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+FIRST IN THE FIELD.
+
+_A Song of the Cricket Championship._
+
+[Illustration: Em met. (Yorks.)]
+
+ THE GRACES are hers, but the Parcae have tost her
+ Of late, so the Championship won't go to Gloucester;
+ Despite brave Lord HARRIS, and efforts well-meant,
+ That honour won't fall to the bold Men of Kent.
+ 'Twould have charmed not a few of the "better for wus" sex,
+ Had luck smiled (not she!) on their sweethearts of Sussex;
+ And, though it is famed as the pluck and hard-work shire,
+ The top of the tree is not reached yet by Yorkshire.
+ Dame Fortune, that Sphinx of the riddle-cum-diddle sex,
+ Crowns not with success the crack Batsmen of Middlesex.
+ Spite of SHREWSBURY, GUNN, and such cricketing pots,
+ Her Song for this season is "_No, not for Notts!_"
+ And, although "runner-up" (if like greyhounds one rank a shire)
+ She's _just_ missed first place, has stout HORNBY-led Lancashire.
+ Thanks--in chief--to young LOHMANN, whom fate cannot flurry,
+ The Championship once more comes South. Bravo, Surrey!
+
+[Illustration: Pilling. (Lancs.)]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+OMINOUS.--Lord R. CHURCHILL is to address a meeting of Unionists at
+Sunderland. Hardly strikes one as quite a suitable spot for that
+purpose, _Sunderland_ being rather suggestive of the Separatist policy
+that Lord RANDOLPH and his friends are so strongly opposed to. The Home
+Rulers would have chosen Cumberland as more appropriate.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: Pleasure Parties.]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+DRURY LANE WITH PLEASURE.
+
+MY DEAR MR. PUNCH,
+
+IT was only what might have been expected that a large audience should
+assemble in the National Theatre to see the new piece by Messrs. PAUL
+MERRITT and AUGUSTUS HARRIS. The very title was inviting, and when to
+that title were added scenes in Oxford, Monte Carlo, Nice and
+Gloucestershire, who could refuse the invitation? Certainly not I. So I
+accepted, with pleasure, and was present at the initial performance. I
+refreshed my recollection of college life at Oxford where men certainly
+were not quite as serious as _Mr. Jack Lovell_, in the long since of the
+"fifties." I could not help regretting that the Oxford of thirty years
+ago had not the unconventional Mr. NICHOLLS amongst the Undergraduates.
+Had he been there at the period to which I refer, I undoubtedly should
+have sought the honour of his acquaintance, but on the condition that he
+did _not_ introduce me to the aforesaid _Jack Lovell_, who on
+matriculating at Drury Lane was about as lively as a mute at a funeral.
+I was not at all surprised to find him rather out of sorts. Frankly,
+_Mr. Jack Lovell_ in _Pleasure_ is not a nice young man. He reads for
+the Church and gets plucked, as indeed he should, as he seems to have
+employed the time that he ought to have occupied in hard reading, in
+behaving in the most disgraceful manner to _Miss Jessie Newland_,
+otherwise the ever charming Miss ALMA MURRAY. Very properly refused a
+family living, he succeeds to a peerage, and immediately publishes the
+story of his betrothed and refuses to marry her.
+
+[Illustration: Bringing Down the House.]
+
+Personally, I must admit that I received with joy the news that he was
+drinking himself to death, and only felt the deepest regret when I
+learned that he had not perished in an admirably contrived Earthquake.
+
+[Illustration: Sweets to the Sweet.]
+
+But, in spite of _Mr. Jack Lovell_, Oxford, at Drury Lane, contained a
+number of interesting persons. The _Doddipotts_, father and son, with
+their American relative (Miss BROUGH), were most amusing, and I was
+quite satisfied to accompany them to Nice and Monte Carlo, to see the
+Battle of Flowers, the Carnival Ball, and last, but not least, the
+Earthquake. This latter effect, in more senses than one, "brought down
+the house." In _Pleasure_ the stage-management is excellent throughout,
+and, of the joint authorship of the piece, I think I may safely say that
+its chief merit lies in the name of HARRIS. Not a mythical "HARRIS,"
+like unto the friend of _Mrs. Gamp_, but some one far more substantial,
+the great AUGUSTUS DRURIOLANUS himself. Whether one is gazing upon the
+Sheldonian Theatre (the background to an Oxford Mixture of no common
+kind), or the Barges, or the Promenade des Anglais, or the Carnival
+Ball, the presence of an excellent master of effect is seen in every
+group, in every detail.
+
+[Illustration: An Oxford Mixture.]
+
+_Pleasure_ is described as a Comedy-Drama, and the plot is not, perhaps,
+as strong as some of its predecessors. As "strength" at a theatre
+invariably spells "murder" or "sudden death," I am not at all sure that
+this absence of the ultra-melodramatic is not to be welcomed, in spite
+of the taste for the horrible which is supposed to be the characteristic
+of those who patronise the pit and gallery. But what the People (with a
+capital initial letter) lose in the ghastly, they certainly gain in the
+beautiful. If the scenery at Drury Lane of the Riviera does not cause
+"Personally conducted tours" to be more numerously attended next year
+than ever, I shall be more than surprised--I shall be disappointed. Even
+the Earthquake should not be a deterrent, for as far as I could learn
+from "the incident" at Drury Lane, no one was a penny the worse for the
+shaking. Even the unworthy _Lovell_ escaped--I fancy up the chimney. If
+this were so, it would only be in keeping with his character.
+
+In the first Drury Lane success, _The World_ (by the same authors as
+_Pleasure_), there was a wonderful clergyman, played by the late Mr.
+RYDER, whose cynicism was equal to his audacity. This strange
+ecclesiastic I remember, having sown an unusually large crop of wild
+oats in his youth, on his return from Evening Service in his middle age,
+imperiously refused to allow a lady to remain in his parish because she
+had once been deeply attached to him, and had loved him "not wisely, but
+too well." I shall never forget the dignified earnestness of the late
+Mr. RYDER as he explained to this lady his position as a married man,
+and sternly ordered her to move on. Had _Mr. Jack Lovell_ been ordained,
+I fancy he would have made an excellent curate to this reverend
+gentleman, and that between them they would have formed what is
+satirically termed a "pretty pair."
+
+It is possible that the original intention of the authors of _Pleasure_
+may have been to have conferred on the hero of their piece a Deanery, or
+even an Archbishopric, and that the recollection of this prior clerical
+creation may have influenced them to alter their contemplated Church
+patronage into a temporal peerage linked with twenty thousand a-year. Be
+this as it may, _Jack_ and his prototype will rest in my memory as
+companion pictures, of what a clergyman might, could, would (but should
+not) be. The scenery and the admirable stage-management make _Mr.
+Lovell_ and his doings bearable. They pull him through. For the rest,
+_Pleasure_ is an amusing play, well mounted, and capitally acted, and
+should keep the boards until December brings to Drury Lane and a
+delighted world the Christmas Pantomime. On the first night all went
+well up to the end of the Fifth Act; but the last, after the excitement
+of the Riviera scenes, came as rather an anti-climax.--I beg to sign
+myself, in compliment to and emulation of the Earthquake, ONE WHO HAD
+GONE TO PIECES.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A Hint to the Howlers.
+
+ BETWIXT Paddies who kick up wild hullabaloo,
+ And rude Radical raffs who will play the Yahoo,
+ There apparently is not a Tanner to choose;
+ Though the Irishmen boast of the better excuse!
+ Rads the Message of Peace will not hasten, I trow,
+ By taking a hand in this Donnybrook row.
+ To "trid on their coat-tails" is policy mad,
+ But to help them to swing the shillelagh's as bad.
+ To ape angry Pats in their weakness for fights,
+ Is the very worst way to get Ireland her "rights."
+
+ * * * * *
+
+AN ADDRESS TO PARLIAMENT.--Shut up!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: SEA-SIDE WEATHER STUDIES. SET FAIR. WHITBY.]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+"ON HIS OWN HOOK!"
+
+A POLITICAL "ANGLER'S SONG."
+
+(_Imitated, at a respectful distance, from Piscator's Song in "The
+Compleat Angler._")
+
+_Piscator pipeth_:--
+
+ Now private pique breeds party talk,
+ Some G. would bless, and some would baulk;
+ Some seem to find it pretty sport,
+ Changeful constituencies to court.
+ To share such games I do not wish,
+ No, for awhile, I'd rather--fish.
+
+ Just now I might to danger ride,
+ There's doubt about the winning side,
+ One's little game may often prove
+ Advanced by a _retiring_ move.
+ For faction's fetter, party's snare,
+ Whilst angling here I need not care.
+
+ Such recreation is there none,
+ As playing one's own game alone.
+ Aught else is risky, more or less,
+ And well may land one in a mess,
+ My hand alone my work can do,
+ Here I can fish, and study too.
+
+ I care not much to fish the seas,
+ Me party-angling more doth please;
+ My present task I contemplate
+ With patience, not with heart elate.
+ But in safe waters I would keep,
+ And floods at home run wild and deep.
+
+ I'm not _quite_ cocksure on which side
+ At present runs "the flowing tide;"
+ I'd not be stranded with the ebb--
+ I've shunned the Grand Old Spider's web;
+ I am not like a simple fly;
+ I take my hook, and mind my eye.
+
+ I'll not with Caucus gudgeons wait,
+ Prepared to gorge whatever bait.
+ How poor a thing, wire-pullers find,
+ Will captivate the Caucus mind!
+ Yet latterly, to my surprise,
+ Unto _my_ bait it fails to rise.
+
+ But here, though while I fish I fast
+ From the political repast,
+ Yet, as my new-found friends invite,
+ I'll take the swim, I'll watch the bite.
+ Should chance the Coalition dish,
+ _There_'d be a pretty kettle o' fish!
+
+ So I'm content this post to take,
+ Alone, but calm and wide awake.
+ Anglers "lie low" just now and then,
+ Much more so we fishers of men.
+ Here I can "bob," smoke, make a name,
+ And from afar watch the whole game.
+
+ I fancy that, were RANDOLPH here,
+ He'd smile, and share my bottled beer.
+ Both fishers we; by brain not book,
+ Take our own line, on our own hook.
+ I'll watch which way the home wind blows,
+ And when 'tis settled--well, who knows?
+
+ * * * * *
+
+AT HOME WITH ATOMS.
+
+DEAR MR. PUNCH,--After listening to Sir HENRY ROSCOE'S Address at the
+Free Trade Hall last evening, my brain feels very much like a "molecule
+on the eve of being broken into atoms," by the grandeur of the subject
+on which he discoursed, and as he so kindly told us this catastrophe
+"may be brought about not only by heat vibrations, but likewise by an
+electrical discharge at a comparatively low temperature," the present
+state of the weather rather adds to the anxiety I feel about the seat of
+my mental organisation. Still "there is a fundamental difference," he
+tells us, "between the question of separating the atoms in the molecule,
+and that of splitting up the atom itself," so that there seems to be a
+remote chance in any case of my preserving an atom or two of sound sense
+and intelligence in the midst of impending chaos, the more so, as "even
+the highest of terrestrial temperatures, that of the electric spark, has
+failed to shake any atom in two."
+
+In the course of his address Sir H. ROSCOE also said, "There is no such
+thing in nature as great or small." I was always considered the smallest
+in my family, and it seems difficult, though at the same time
+encouraging, to believe I am equal in physical quantities of height and
+weight to the other members. What such nice men say must be true--at any
+rate until something _truer_ is found out. I shall therefore cherish the
+idea I have hitherto been under a delusion. Mind may have some
+inscrutable quality wherewith to balance Matter. I remember my tallest
+sister was the one who thought least. Mind and Matter are now so much
+mixed, that they may be interchangeable molecules; who knows? Sir H.
+ROSCOE observed also that "heat is evolved by the clashing of the
+atoms." I felt how true that was when we twelve molecules quarrelled as
+children.
+
+I think, _Mr. Punch_, for a woman, I have gathered a great deal of
+information in a few hours.
+
+Yours truthfully,
+THE BETTER HALF OF SOMEBODY.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+THE PECCANT MEMBER.
+
+_A Wail by a Weary One._
+
+ PARLIAMENT sitting still--and in September!
+ It's all along of "the unruly member"--
+ That is, the tongue. But, to adapt it duly
+ To modern days, it should be called _Home_-Ruly!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+"NOT IN THE HUNTS."--Mr. SANDERS.
+
+[Illustration: "ON HIS OWN HOOK!"
+
+JUDICIOUS JOE. "A BIT ROUGH--BUT, PLEASANTER THAN _HOME WATERS_--JUST
+NOW!"]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: STREET PUZZLE. TO FIND LAW AND ORDER.
+
+STRAND, 10.45 P.M.]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+CIRCUS PERFORMANCES.
+
+SIR,--I see that there is a senseless outcry against the proposed plan
+of the Board of Works to build on a portion of the open space now
+available at Piccadilly Circus, and I write to protest against the
+pestilent heresy that prompts it. What, Sir, I ask, has the Board to do
+with "beauty"? As a public body, responsible to the ratepayers, they
+have only one thing to consider, and that is, "utility." Why, then,
+should they not seize upon every vacant inch of ground at their
+disposal, and convert it into a Central Pig Market? Such a thing could
+not be better installed than at the end of Regent Street, and here is
+the very site for it. Expecting to see some active steps taken to set
+this on foot, I am, Sir, your obedient Servant, NOTHING IF NOT
+PRACTICAL.
+
+SIR,--Your Correspondent, "ONE WITH AN EYE TO THE SUBLIME," is right in
+attacking the gross Vandalism of the Board, but, in his proposed scheme
+for statues and fountains, he falls miserably short of what is really
+wanted to make Piccadilly Circus what it should be; namely, the grandest
+open space in Europe. The ground should be cleared from St. James's
+Church to Leicester Square, East and West, and opened up southwards the
+whole width to the Duke of York's Column. Upon the space so secured, a
+white marble pavement, broken only by colossal water-works, groups of
+classic statuary, splendid monuments, and groves of orange-trees, should
+be laid, and here, to the plash of silvery cascades, utterly
+outrivalling the greatest display of which Versailles is capable, and,
+to the music of half-a-dozen separate military bands, the jaded Londoner
+should disport himself from morn to dewy eve. You ask as to the cost.
+Well, a rate of fifteen shillings in the pound for a hundred and fifty
+years would soon settle that, and I am sure there is not a taxpayer in
+the parishes immediately concerned who would not willingly jump at this
+trifling charge to see the scheme realised. At least, this is the view
+at the present moment taken of the matter by Yours, obediently, AN
+ENTHUSIASTIC OUTSIDER.
+
+
+SIR,--They are talking of pulling down St. Mary-le-Strand and wish to
+cut off the steps of St. Martin's. Why not _move them both_ and set them
+up back to back on the disputed ground? One could face Piccadilly and
+the other look up Coventry Street. The idea is a happy one and has the
+merit of bringing together in juxtaposition the works of our two great
+_Renaissance_ architects GIBBS and WREN. I offer it to your artistic
+readers for what it is worth and beg to subscribe myself, Yours,
+tentatively, A LOCAL MECAENAS.
+
+
+Sir,--There was some time since some sensible talk of erecting a
+gigantic iron tower in the neighbourhood of the St. Martin's Baths and
+Wash Houses. Surely no finer site could be found for such an erection
+than that provided by Piccadilly Circus. Here, with a sufficiently ample
+base, such for instance as could be furnished by the entire available
+space in question, a thing of the kind might rise to, say, the height of
+1,000 feet and have one, two or even three theatres at the top. Several
+restaurants could be accommodated on the upper floors, and the lower 500
+feet might be partly relegated to a sausage manufactory and partly let
+out in chambers. The whole would afford a pleasing and striking _coup
+d'oeil_ to any one approaching it either from Waterloo Place,
+Piccadilly or Shaftesbury Avenue, and prove, I think, a happy compromise
+and solution of the somewhat vexed question of the utilisation of the
+disputed space. At least, so the matter strikes your suggestive
+Correspondent, A HOPEFUL AEDILE.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+LEARNING THE LANGUAGE.
+
+_A Page from his Bulgarian Ollendorff._
+
+HAVE you perceived the Triumphal Arch at the entry of the City?
+
+No, I have not perceived the Triumphal Arch at the entry of the City,
+but I have noticed the cold shoulder of the Generals.
+
+This must be the congratulatory Round Robin of the Officers.
+
+Yes, it is the congratulatory Round Robin of the Officers, but here also
+is the placard proclaiming me a Usurper.
+
+Has the Snub arrived from the Porte?
+
+Yes, the Snub has arrived from the Porte, and with it the Ultimatum from
+the CZAR.
+
+In any emergency would you depend upon the omnibus horse provided for
+you by the War Department?
+
+No, in any emergency I would not depend upon the omnibus horse provided
+for me by the War Department, but on the list of trains proceeding to
+the frontier, as furnished in the local _Bradshaw_.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+[Illustration: NAUGHTICAL?
+
+_Yachting Friend (playfully)._ "HAVE YOU ANY EXPERIENCE OF SQUALLS,
+BROWN?"
+
+_Brown._ "SQUALLS!" (_Seriously._) "MY DEAR SIR, I'VE BROUGHT UP TEN IN
+FAMILY!"]
+
+ * * * * *
+
+FOR AN IRISH TRIP.
+
+(_Some Preparatory Memoranda._)
+
+1. To get up the early Celtic history, and establish my undoubted right
+to call myself an Irishman, by tracing my pedigree directly back to
+FERGUS THE FIRST.
+
+2. Lend colourable certainty to this by hiring a low-comedy Donnybrook
+Fair suit from NATHAN'S, and wearing it on all public occasions.
+
+3. Make arrangements to take a dozen lessons in jig-dancing and
+shillelagh-flourishing from some recognised Music-Hall celebrity engaged
+in this special line of business.
+
+4. Get the words of the _We'll have the Tail off the Cow, Pat_, and
+other patriotic songs, by heart, and have an encore verse ready in case
+of being called upon to give it in any popular emergency.
+
+5. Familiarise myself with the use of such expressions as "Whist!
+Whist!" "Arrah! are ye shure now," "divil a bit!" and other Irish
+colloquialisms, and accustom myself to interspersing my orations with
+shrill whoops to give emphasis to a sentence or point to a period as
+occasion may require or suggest.
+
+6. Conceive a defence of boycotting and bring it oratorically, in an
+airy and genial way, within a measurable distance of legality, and back
+it up if possible with some biblical and Homeric analogies.
+
+7. Study the Plan of Campaign practically, by hurling boiling pitch,
+meal, lime and brickbats through a besieged cabin-window into the faces
+of imaginary constabulary without.
+
+8. Habituate myself to mild indulgence in "potheen," occasional drinking
+of confusion to the "Sassenach," and to taking care not to lose sight of
+my return ticket.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+CASE-O'-MY-BANKER.
+
+(_The Story of Another Child._)
+
+ THE Boy stood in the sweltering street,
+ Whence all but he had fled;
+ The fast-departing dog-days' heat,
+ Flamed full upon his head.
+
+ He was not beautiful nor bright,
+ Nor born to rule the storm;
+ A most unlucky urban wight;
+ A small, yet grimy, form.
+
+ His parents could not grant the boon
+ --A fortnight's Country air;
+ They would have spared him precious soon,
+ But had no cash to spare!
+
+ He called aloud: "Kind Public, say,
+ If me you have forgot!"
+ But far from Town the Public play
+ Unconscious of his lot.
+
+ "Speak, millionnaires," again he cried,
+ "If I may not levant!"
+ And but the falling leaves replied,
+ And daylight growing scant.
+
+ Upon his brow he felt the breath
+ Of summer slowly fail,
+ And looked and prayed for kindly aid,
+ As seaman for a sail.
+
+ Meanwhile the Children's Country Fund,
+ Formed near the roaring Strand,
+ (At Buck'n'ham Street, the Number Ten,)
+ Had no more cash in hand!
+
+ He murmured faintly once again,
+ "Kind Public, must I stay?"
+ While to the seaside cab and train
+ Bore happier lads away.
+
+ * * *
+
+ Ah, Public! You this Summer's heat
+ Have felt at Pleasure's marts;
+ Think how you'd like it in the street,
+ Before it quite departs!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A Real Sporting Event.
+
+ARROW-THROWING is said to be the latest new sport--in Yorkshire.
+Newer even than Frog-spearing in France! What next? Perhaps "Javelin-men"
+will soon mean something modern, and not perfunctory. Then
+"Hatchet-throwing"--in a sense having no relation to travellers'
+taradiddles--may become the vogue; and Mr. HANBURY, who is so much
+concerned about the Salary of the Master of the Hawks, may move in the
+House to have it transferred to a new and actual public functionary--the
+Master of the Tomahawks.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+GEOLOGISTS talk learnedly about the immense antiquity of what they call
+"the Coal measures." The modern coal-measures, needed now, are measures
+for arming our Coaling Stations.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
+
+_From the Notes of a Colleague of the Member for Barkshire._
+
+_House of Commons, Monday, August 29._--I was afraid that TOBY would
+give himself a holiday. For some time since the Whips have kept an
+uneasy eye upon the most independent, the most talented, the most
+industrious of their following. And now he has gone! "He will return--I
+know he will," before the end of the Session; but for the moment he is
+away--the deadly dulness that prevailed at Westminster a fortnight since
+was too much for him; and so I follow him in the House--be it well
+understood, at a respectful distance. His absence will not be pleasing
+to any one--even the sprightly AKERS DOUGLAS, forgetting for the moment
+the destination of votes, will regret him. But, as he good-naturedly
+observes, under the impression that he is adapting SHAKSPEARE to the
+exigencies of the situation, "Votes may come and votes may go, but the
+Session seemingly goes on for ever!"
+
+[Illustration: A. Ak-rs D--gl-s.]
+
+To return to August 29. The Patriots have determined it shall be a grand
+week for the "Ould Counthry." Many previous weeks have been equally
+grand weeks, or as they would put it "months." When the SPEAKER took his
+seat, scarcely a quorum present. Ministerialists "in reserve," (like
+policemen when some one writes to tell Sir C. WARREN he is going to
+demonstrate in Trafalgar Square) in various parts of the House.
+Gladstonian Whips well _en evidence_ to act as guides to sole
+representatives of the Non-Dissentient Liberals, WOODALL and CHILDERS.
+
+Unprejudiced North Briton DOUGLAS CRAWFORD has a question for young
+NORTHCOTE about pig-iron and coal. Seemingly Scotch firms have been
+overlooked. Surveyor-General of Ordnance very gravely answers question,
+goes home and tenders his resignation, "in consequence of recommendation
+of Committee reporting upon War Office organising and suggesting
+changes." NORTHCOTE had enough of it. Couldn't even say something funny
+about "burning questions _re_ coal generally ending in smoke."
+
+After JOICEY had wanted to know why great guns should be let off at
+Tynemouth Castle, and STANHOPE had promised that for the future they
+should be fired (if possible) in a whisper ("Savours of a bang," put in
+CHILDERS, _sotto voce_), the Irish gentlemen got to their favourite
+sport, KING-HARMAN baiting. They had one or two good sets-to, making it
+particularly unpleasant for the Under Secretary about the trial of
+O'BRIEN, Resident Magistrates, and Horse-breeding. But this "illigant
+divarsion" was only a sort of _hors d'oeuvres_ to the _piece de
+resistance_, "Supply--Irish Votes," which was as strong and savoury as
+the National Stew itself.
+
+DILLON began the ball by moving a reduction of the Constabulary Votes,
+saying that the chief duties of the officers were, driving out with the
+Country Gentlemen, flirting with all the Young Girls, and shooting with
+the Landlords.
+
+[Illustration: H. N-rthc-te.]
+
+"Ah, so it is," said JOSEPH GILLIS, with a flush of scarlet indignation
+mounting his noble brow, "It's not the driving and shooting I object
+to--it's the flirting!"
+
+JOSEPH GILLIS is very excitable when the fair sex is mentioned, and no
+doubt meant what he said.
+
+TIM HEALY followed on, regretting that GRANDOLPH was not there, no doubt
+for the same reason that the Irish gentleman with a shillelagh was sorry
+to see no bald pates neat and handy. He said that the Boycotted were the
+happiest inmates of the distressful country, possibly feeling that they
+had plenty of time for drinking and fighting.
+
+Then the various votes were taken and "talked at," in the customary way
+until the hands of the clock marked Three in the morning. Whenever a
+chance showed itself of a war-whoop--whiz--and down came the club upon
+somebody--anybody. A couple of hours after midnight the Irishmen became
+more conciliatory, soothed by the thought that on the following evening
+they would have KING-HARMAN at their mercy.
+
+"He will take a deal of bating," said TIM, "but whist, you will see how
+I shall get at him. He's been to Cremorne----"
+
+"Fie, for shame!" cried JOSEPH GILLIS, "don't talk of such sinful
+places!"
+
+[Illustration: Sm-ll and B-gg-r.]
+
+_Tuesday._--Lords had a real good afternoon's work. The LORD CHANCELLOR
+(with his usual grace--rather suggestive of the _pavan_ in the Gray's
+Inn Maske) took his seat at 4.30. Squabble about the Woman's Suffrage
+Bill, which, after being deferred for six months, had come up
+again--scowling. Lord DENMAN proposed "previous question," but LORD
+CHANCELLOR (great tactician, but not great lawyer) suggested the matter
+should stand over until the next sitting. Reproach of "got no work to
+do" consequently removed from the Upper House.
+
+Lords adjourned at Five o'Clock for a week, to recover from their
+exertions.
+
+"Whist, bhoys, be aisy now," said TIM, in the Commons, when KING-HARMAN
+was seen going to his dinner. Then came the deluge.
+
+"It is grand, Sorr," said the only Home-Ruler who does not use an
+accent; "it is just illigant, Sorr; and it's myself is proud of this
+day."
+
+TIM walked into the Under Secretary with "joy." He "scathed" him, and
+said all manner of things about him. He used, amongst other weapons his
+legal knowledge (TIM is a great authority upon all legal questions) to
+describe him as a "returned convict."
+
+"Look at that now!" observed JOSEPH GILLIS. "It's disgraceful that we
+should be ruled by a man who has assaulted the perlice!"
+
+In the midst of the excitement KING-HARMAN suddenly returned from his
+dinner. No doubt he had sacrificed, in his haste to defend himself, or
+rather, what the only Home-Ruler who does not use an accent calls his
+"Ka-rack-tare," from the aspersions of the "inimy," three courses, a
+dessert, to say nothing of a cup of coffee and a _chasse_. He drew a
+picture of being a lad of two-and-twenty when he assaulted the police at
+Cremorne. Would not Hon. Members of Home-Rule persuasion have done the
+same at that age? Indignant denial of the entire Home-Rule Party, who
+are horrified this suggestion! "Would _they_ tread on the tail of
+anybody's coat? And at two-and-twenty? Look at that, now! Bedad! they
+would just like to get at the Under Secretary's head with a shillelagh
+for making such a suggestion."
+
+And so the war was carried on, TIM'S heart being at last softened by
+KING-HARMAN declaring that he had saved him from ill-treatment at
+Dungannon at the hands of some gentlemen who wanted to show him "how to
+cheer for the QUEEN" with a stick. "I got hold of the men by the neck
+and hurled them back," cried KING-HARMAN, unsuccessfully controlling his
+emotion, "and now he--he--he says I got into a ro--ow--ow at Cremorne."
+
+[Illustration: M-tth-ws.]
+
+"Craymorne, not Cremorne," shouted the Home-Rulers who are proud of
+accuracy.
+
+And while all this excitement reigned around, the HOME SECRETARY sat
+smiling, glad for once and away to be out of his customary hot corner.
+However, all passed off peacefully and no bones were broken.
+
+_Thursday._--House very thin during Question Time, and attendance of
+Ministerialists during the entire sitting very scanty, considering the
+programme. Then there was an incident. Incident came about this way.
+DILLON had been seen during hour allowed for Minister-baiting reading
+the huge print of an enormous green placard. First impression he had
+grown short-sighted, and required larger type; second, that he meant
+mischief. Second impression right one. So to raise the question of the
+proclamation of the Ennis County Clare Meeting he asked permission to
+move adjournment of debate. SPEAKER put it, were there requisite number
+of Members present ready to sanction a regular first-class, A 1,
+whack-where-you-will, go-as-you-please, Irish row? SPEAKER used more
+Parliamentary language than this, but that was about his meaning. Sixty
+Members sprang to their feet to testify their desire not to quarrel, but
+to uphold constitutional privileges in the most peaceable manner in the
+world. And then the row began.
+
+DILLON had first shot. Meeting was to be of the most peaceful character.
+All that the boys wanted to do was to remind one another of their
+inalienable right to denounce the wanton and overbearing conduct of the
+Government. They would say this in the most illigant manner imaginable,
+without giving offence to anybody. He was going to speak to the boys
+himself, and so was Mr. WILLIAM O'BRIEN, and so was Mr. PHILIP STANHOPE.
+Sure, now, what harm could there be, especially as the meeting was not
+to be held in a part of the country that wanted pacifying? And because
+some rack-renting landlords, wild with fury, and shaking in their shoes
+with apprehension, asked for it to be proclaimed, it was to be! Could
+this be tolerated? No! He would be off that very evening to brave the
+bayonet, the buckshot, the battle and the breeze!
+
+BALFOUR mildly remonstrating. Ennis, County Clare, best possible place
+in the world; but meeting might cause peasantry to lose the Arcadian
+innocence for which they are at present distinguished. Murmurs from
+Home-Rulers, and, later on, "outrage" by PHIL STANHOPE, who actually had
+the audacity to speak of Chief Secretary as a "whimsical and
+lackadaisical gentleman." The SPEAKER sprang to his feet, and sharply
+rebuked the outrager. Only fancy! Calling ARTHUR BALFOUR'S manner
+whimsical! and lackadaisical! So monstrous! So blood-curdling! so
+untrue!
+
+The usual gentlemen who patronise the "divarsion" having had their full
+share of the fun, the debate was brought to a conclusion. Then the
+gentlemen turned their attention to the remaining Irish Estimates, and
+enjoyed themselves until the next morning.
+
+_Friday and Saturday._--Sittings at this time of the year get so mixed,
+that they take two days to give a single date. Committee of the House as
+before; Irish Estimates as before; "illigant divarsion" as before. And
+so, half asleep, the remains of what, a few months ago, had been a
+self-respecting House of Commons continued its dreary Session.
+
+_Total for the Week._--Irish Business carried on in Irish manner, and
+CHAMBERLAIN booked for Canada.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+SOME NOTES AT STARMOUTH.
+
+AN outcast once more! I exchange the blessing invoked on the perfidious
+PLAPPER for curse of equal calibre. On--on--like the Wandering Jew, or
+the Pilgrim of Love. No rest but the hotel for me! Starmouth landladies
+beginning to enter into the humour of the thing--they appear now with a
+broad grin, repeated on faces of accepted lodgers at windows. They
+evidently do not consider me a sound investment. Meet other homeless
+ones, searching--we scowl at one another jealously.
+
+[Illustration: Sound Investment.]
+
+Evening is getting on--which is more than I am. Sinking into a state of
+maudlin self-pity. My poor Drama--and all the things I ordered to be
+sent in to PLAPPER'S! He, or his lodger, will read by _my_ lamp, bathe
+in _my_ bath, feed on my jam--while I ... but I cannot trust myself to
+think of it--or Starmouth may lose one of its leading opticians?...
+Later--_saved!_ It still seems incredible to me--but I have rooms at
+last! At Mrs. SURGE'S--a widow lady, who, as she tells me herself, has
+not been in a hurry to put up her card, as she likes "to pick her
+lodgers." And she has picked Me--me, the Blighted, the scorned of
+Starmouth! No sea-view--but plenty of horsehair. Sunflowers and
+mignonette in long front garden; bow-window, and regiment of geraniums
+drawn up in pots on little table. Go back, and recover luggage.
+
+Return to Mrs. SURGE'S roof, not without nervous apprehensions--she may
+repent, or I might find the house a smoking ruin. Can't get over an idea
+that the Fates are pursuing me. However, they seem to be taking a rest
+just now. I am free at last to study Starmouth. Hitherto I have had eyes
+for nothing but little cards with "Apartments" on them.
+
+No doubt about Starmouth being full. Streets crowded. Most of the young
+men promenading in flannels and cricket "blazers," of startling
+brilliancy. Children, young girls, and stout matrons in striped linen
+yachting-caps. (When you are elderly, and at all stout, you do _not_
+appear to advantage in this form of head-dress.) _Chars-a-bancs_, flys,
+tricycles, goat-chaises. Always thought Starmouth was a picturesque
+fishing-village, with windmills, wooden huts, and drying-nets along
+beach. It isn't.
+
+Still, of course, the change from all London associations, the absolute
+quiet must have tendency to refresh the fagged brain. (Always rather a
+gratifying reflection somehow, to think one has a fagged brain.) I
+observe they are doing _Our Boys_ at the theatre. At the Aquarium are
+the BUFFON Brothers with their celebrated Acrobatic Ass "from all the
+London Music-Halls." Switchback Railway, too, on the beach, and
+automatic machines about every five yards. Plenty of life here.
+
+[Illustration: Is-linked-on.]
+
+I am becoming gradually aware that Starmouth, though full, is not
+exactly fashionable. I infer this, partly from the fact that already I
+instinctively turn round to look curiously at the speaker, when I hear a
+duly aspirated "h," _a la mode d'Islington_, partly from the prevalence
+and popularity of the whelk-stalls on the Esplanade. Really good
+society, even in its laxest mood, would scarcely support quite so many.
+
+On the Pier. Military Band. View of Beach from sea very beautiful at
+night, fairy-like effect of continuous line of light from whelk-stalls.
+Yet one would hesitate to put a touch of description like that into a
+novel--curious the prudery of fiction, your realistic French author
+would describe contents of all the little saucers. That is _Art_, and I
+shall see if I can work it in to my drama somehow.
+
+Leave Pier. Back to Esplanade. Crowd round young man singing to
+concertina a ditty about a certain JEMIMA who though "so fond of her
+beer, was always a Mug."
+
+Sentimental Song, to harp, at next corner. About a Stowaway, with golden
+curls, and "dear baby lips," and "sweet little eyes," how a cruel Mate
+found him in the hold, and was so touched that he kissed him on the
+forehead for speaking the "tree-youth," and the crew wept. Most
+pathetic--Singer himself compelled to retire to public-house at
+conclusion.
+
+Bed. Dream my Nautical Drama accepted by Mr. IRVING--a _waking_ dream,
+too!
+
+_Sunday._--Breakfast. My landlady evidently person of strict propriety.
+My two boiled eggs come in dressed in little red-worsted petticoats. It
+never occurred to me before that a bare egg was calculated to call up a
+blush--but really they make me feel almost shy now--they do look so coy,
+so modest in their simple attire. Possibly, though, Starmouth eggs are
+not very strong, and require artificial warmth.
+
+[Illustration: Holloway.]
+
+Bells. Stream of people, looking good, in tall hats and best things,
+going inland--unregenerate stream, in tweeds, making for sands.
+Salvation Army, with fervent but tactless drum. Sunday not a day for
+Nautical Drama. Beach, "Will I take a tract?" Hate being rude, so
+accept.... I have gone a hundred yards, and I have fourteen
+tracts--almost enough to start distributing on my own account.
+
+_Evening._--Sacred Music. That is, I go to pier when Military Band is
+playing. Band certainly broad in its views--I find them performing an
+unmistakable polka. There are sacred dances, I know, in Oratorios--but
+surely not _polkas_? As they follow it up with _Faust_, and the
+_Jeunesse Doree_ Valse, I realise that I am on the secular, or Trafalgar
+Pier--it is _Waterloo_ Pier that has the Sacred Band.
+
+Crush tremendous; all the art, chivalry, and beauty of Holloway and Mile
+End pass in dazzling procession before me. "Shouldn't you laugh if this
+old pier was to come down, eh? There's a tidy lot on it," observes a
+Blazer to a Yachting Cap. "I should 'ang on to you if it did," responds
+the Cap, tenderly--"we'd all gow down together!"
+
+[Illustration: My Lend.]
+
+The pier is certainly crowded--is it strong? Don't like the idea of
+going down with my Drama unwritten. Shall retire--good night's rest, and
+then start fresh with Drama in morning.
+
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