"They are not," was the answer. "Have you ever heard the like?"
"Never. And yet I should say that the tones came from violins—played, no doubt, by imps."
"No, it is not that." And then came the full explanation.
"The dreadful discord to which we are listening is caused by the practice of the scholars of the School Board. The energetic youngsters are being taught at the expense of the ratepayers how to play the 'fiddle.'"
THE BRITISH BATHER.
(By a Dipper in Brittany.)
[See the correspondence in the Daily Graphic]
Mrs. Grundy rules the waves,
With Britons for her slaves—
They're fearful to disport themselves,
Unless the sexes sort themselves
And take their bathing sadly, for French gaiety depraves!
'Tis time no more were seen
The out-of-date "machine";
Away with that monstrosity
Of prudish ponderosity—
Why can't we have the bathing tent or else the trim cabine?