At last arrive at Genoa, our faces streaked with soot, our lungs full of smoke, our collars nearly black, and all the superciliousness shaken out of us. Frenchman almost affectionate when we part. As for the Mediterranean, I should have seen nearly as much of it at Moorgate Street.
A First Impressionist.
On Some Christmas Diaries.—No backsliding in engagements if you possess one of Walker's capital backlooped pocket-diaries, they are strongly bound to assist you. His Society Christmas Cards are, as they should be, first class. In fact, "Walker" is not "Hookey," but "O. K."
THE INFANT PHENOMENON.
THE INFANT PHENOMENON.
Little Jap lecturing on the Art of War to the European Representatives.