REPARTEES FOR THE RAILWAY.
- "Smoking not allowed." Of course, but I am going to enjoy my cigar in silence.
- "Want the window closed." Very sorry, but I can't find a cathedral.
- "Find my journal a nuisance." Dear me! was under the impression it was a newspaper.
- "Allow you to pass." Afraid only the Secretary can manage that for you; he alone has power to issue free tickets.
- "Do I mind the draught?" Not when I am attending to the chessman.
- "Do I know the station?" Of the people on the platform? Probably lower middle class.
- "Is this right for Windsor?" Yes, if it's not left for somewhere else.
- "Are we allowed five minutes for lunch?" Think not; but you can have sandwiches at the counter.
- "Isn't this first-class?" Quite excellent—first-rate—couldn't be better!
- "I want to go second." Then you had better follow me.
- "I am third." Indeed! And who were first and second?
- "I think this must be London." Very likely; if it is, it mustn't be anywhere else.
A Cry to Whymper.—Last Wednesday Mr. Edward Whymper lectured at the Birkbeck. His subject was "Twenty thousand feet above the Sea." "That's ten thousand pairs of boots!" writes our shoemaker. "Wish I'd had the order! Well, well, soled again!"
A WALK IN DEVON.
PART I.—THE START.
Notes from the Travel Diary of Toby, M.P.
The Cottage, Burrow-in-the-Corner, Devon.