Int. It would have been a rash and perhaps irreparable act. But tell me more. Kindly hold up once again the veracious mirror, that we may see ourselves as others see us. We are so apt to be blind to our own national defects, unless the impartial observer, like yourself, throws a flood of light upon our idiosyncrasies.
D. F. I should like a few more days in which to complete my study, and verify my anticipations, of your interesting city. Meanwhile, let me refer you to M. Gabriel Mourey's new work—Passé le Détroit. The Ulysses of our century, he has gained a wide knowledge of your race, having been a fearless traveller in L'Underground, and seen some of your most typical fogs. You may learn much from him. He is read eagerly at home, where the thirst for books of romantic travel and exploration grows hourly. I wish you the good day. Yes.
A Teetotal Tip.—How to Live Long—Never take "something short."
Scene—A Restaurant near Leicester Square.
Jones. "Oh—er—Garsong, regardez eecee—er—apportez-voo le—la——"
Waiter. "Beg pardon, Sir. I don't know French!"