A WORD TO THE WEATHERWISE.
[Sir John Bridge: Don't you think there is a great deal of chance as to the weather we are to have to-morrow? Mr. Muir Mackenzie: No. Sir John Bridge: The mass of mankind think there is. Mr. Muir Mackenzie: Unfortunately the mass of mankind are very ignorant.—Bow Street Police Court, Wednesday, September 6.]
Oh, Mr. Muir Mackenzie! we're right glad
To hear this news of meteorology.
Farewell to all the many doubts we've had,
The thing's as easy now as A B C.
You know to-morrow's weather at a glance,
So, though we would not willingly o'ertask you,
When next we seek the weather in advance,
We'll simply drop a letter-card to ask you.
A Cure.—"No," said Mrs. R., after some consideration, "although I do feel a touch of rheumatism now and then, yet I do not fancy going abroad for treatment. There's some place where you drink waters and take a bath, and then are tucked up in bed for the remainder of the day. It's in Germany, I fancy, and I think they call the place Underdelinen."