GARDEN TALK.
As arranged for the neighbourhood of the Round Pond under existing circumstances.
Can this be Kensington Gardens, or is it Tophet? This perfume is scarcely suggestive of flowers.
How nicely this little girl is burying the dead cat.
What a game at hide and seek those boys in white sailor suits are having in that reeking garbage.
It is strange, but the morning breeze is laden with Bacteria.
Why, that is the fifth dust-cart that has emptied its contents here this afternoon.
How merrily the dustmen are spreading the refuse over the surface of the grass.
The haggard Park-keeper seems to be growing paler and palerevery day.
I wonder why that entire family of children have broken out into green spots.
Who would have thought that the baby that had been brought
here for a little fresh air would have turned blue in the perambulator!
Who is really responsible for the conversion of an open pleasure-ground into a deadly centre for the dissemination of fever?