A Tip in Time.
Country Vestrydom's called, by its new-fangled rival,
(The smart "Parish Council") "decrepit survival."
P. C., be not hard on the old form thou twittest!
Thou yet hast to prove thy "Survival" the "fittest."
AT THE CONFECTIONER'S.
(A Sketch on Saturday Afternoon.)
Scene.—A Confectioner's Shop in a fashionable West-End thoroughfare. Close to the window is a counter, with the usual urns and appurtenances, laden with an assortment of richly decorated pastry, and presided over by an alert and short-tempered Manageress. The little tables are close together, and crowded with Customers, the majority of whom are ladies. A couple of over-worked Waitresses are endeavouring, with but indifferent success, to satisfy everybody at once.