issue, we have received information that a whole congress of
anthropomorphists has been missing for a week. They were quartered at
Cormoran's Hotel, where their personal effects still remain.

Many conjectures are afloat, the most reasonable of which appears to
point to the probability of the unfortunate tourists having been
engulfed in the sands, which at certain states of the tide are said to
be highly dangerous along this coast.

Later.--At the Round Table to-night a question was asked as to the
extraordinary disappearances reported from Giants' Bay. The Home
Secretary requested the hon, member to give notice of the question for
this day week.

From the _Giants Bay Broadsheet_, July 28th.

The following bulletins have been issued:--

12:30 p.m.--Giant Blunderbore is decidedly worse. Contrary to medical
advice, he partook of a hearty meal last night. Dr Smith is still in
attendance.

4 p.m.--Giant Blunderbore lies in a hopeless state. He has again
disregarded medical advice, and eaten solid food. Dr Smith is still in
attendance.

8 p.m.--It is with the deepest regret that we have to announce the death
of our esteemed patron Giant Blunderbore, which took place suddenly this
evening, after a somewhat painful operation. Details are not yet
forthcoming; but we expect to issue an extra double number to-morrow,
with a coloured photograph of the deceased. As only a limited number
will be printed, copies should be ordered early. The attention of
advertisers is drawn to the present unusual opportunity.

Latest.--Just as we go to press we hear that Dr Smith has been summoned
to attend Giant Cormoran, who is ailing of a complaint which presents
symptoms similar to those of the late Giant Blunderbore.

From the _Scampingtonian_, July 27th.

Dear Chappies,--No end of a go! Can't find my people high or low.
People been sloping off all round. Fancy I know why now. On Monday I
saw Blunderbore's door open as I passed, and I thought I'd pop in and
see what he knew about it. He was sitting in his chair, looking jolly
blue.

"What's up, Blundy?" I said.

"I'm awfully hungry," said he.

"Why don't you have some grub?" I said.

"Doctors won't let me," said he. "You see, a week ago I happened to eat
something that disagreed with me. Between me and you," said he, "it was
a knight in armour. I didn't mind the knight, but the armour gave me a
very bad turn."

"Do you know," said I, "that was my governor?"