"Two hundred and eighteen," said Mr. Punch to himself, and took the next letter from the heap.
Wortleberry, Sussex.
Mr. William Smith presents his compliments to Mr. Punch and begs to send him the following dialogue which occurred in this village yesterday:—
Myself. "Well, what do you think of the War, Jarge?"
Jarge. "What war?"
Myself (surprised). "The European War."
Jarge. "They've got a fine day for it, anyhow."
Mr. Smith thought you would like this.
"Two hundred and nineteen," said Mr. Punch to himself, "not counting the South African or Crimean ones." He sighed and selected a third letter.
Sporransprock, Kirkcudbrightshire.