She. "Oh—well—mine is hardly a Cheque. A—it's a Postal Order, you know, for Fifteen Shillings!"
OUR OWN AMBASSADOR.
Mr. Punch, meeting Columbia at the World's Fair, thus greeteth her:—
Columbia by Lake Michigan
A treasure-dome did late decree;
And all the world, in summer, ran,
In numbers measureless by man,
The Wondrous Show to see!
There many miles of fertile ground