"Ah!" quoth Father TIME, "you manage these things much better on the Earth, doubtless."
"Doubtless," replied the Sage, drily, as he and Father TIME took their departure.
VISIT TO MARS.
So Mr. PUNCH, holding TIME by the forelock, continued his journey.
"Where are we now?" asked the more elderly gentleman.
"My good friend," replied the Sage of Fleet Street, "we are approaching Mars, which as you know, or should know (if your education has been completed under the supervision of the School Board) is sometimes called the Red Planet."
"So I have often heard. But why?"