"Frog-eating Frenchy dress!" you say, and smile,
"He imitates, but never understands
True London style."
Unconquered Briton, you are right no doubt!
Descendant of the woad-clad ones, that's true!
And yet he never imitates a lout,
A cad, like you.
Her Parliamentary Knowledge.—Mrs. R. is an intelligent student of the Parliamentary Reports in the Times. On Tuesday, in last week, her niece read this aloud—"8.30. On the return of the Speaker, after the usual interval"—— "That," observed the worthy lady, interrupting, explaining it to her niece, "is the interval allowed for refreshment—ten minutes I believe,—go on, my dear." Then her niece continued—"Sir T. Lea, who was interrupted by a count"—— "Stop, my dear!" exclaimed our old friend, indignantly. "What I want to know is, how did that Count come there? Was he in the Strangers' Gallery? And if he interrupted why wasn't he at once turned out of the House? On second thoughts," she added, "he must have been a foreigner, and so they made some excuse for him."