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.
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[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!_]
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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.
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_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?
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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.
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I do not object, indeed by this time I take rather kindly to the _vin
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