A SCENE AT THE "LUCULLUS"
Mrs. Blunderby. "Now, my dear Monty, let me order the luncheon ar-la-fraingsy. Gassong! I wish to begin—as we always do in Paris, my dears—with some chef-d'œuvres—you understand—some chef-d'œuvres."
[Emile, the waiter, is in despair. It occurs to him, however, presently that the lady probably meant "Hors d'œuvres," and acts accordingly.
TO A WELSH LADY.
(Written at Clovelly.)
The reason why I leave unsung
Your praises in the Cymric tongue
You know, sweet Nelly;