A LESSON.
Father (on receiving Bill for Luncheon at one of our very modern London Restaurants). "Hallo! What!! Over Two Guineas for merely——! Why, hang it——!"
His Son (small Etonian). "Oh, well never mind, Father. It's a Thing to do Once, and we won't do it again!"
THE STORMY PETREL.
["This bird has long been celebrated for the manner in which it passes over the waves, pattering with its webbed feet and flapping its wings so as to keep itself just above the surface. It thus traverses the ocean with wonderful ease, the billows rolling beneath its feet and passing away under the bird without in the least disturbing it."—Wood's Popular Natural History.]
Only a Petrel, I,
Telling the storm is nigh;
Fleet o'er the waves I fly,