THE LEGEND OF THE BRIAR-ROOT.
(Suggestion for companion subject to "The Briar Rose," by E. Burne-Jones, A.R.A., now exhibiting at Messrs. Agnew & Sons' Gallery, Bond Street.)
| The Briar-Wood Pipe. Effect on the Smokers. The fateful odour fumes and goes About the angle of the Nose. | The Bed-Room. They smoked and smoked a pipe a-piece: Thus did their drowsiness increase. |
| Short Cut through the Garden. The Maidens thought the pipe to fill: They smoked, and now they all lie still. | The Nose Bower. La Belle Pipe-en-Bois Dormant. 'Twas five o'clock, the hour of tea; But, having smoked, they're as you see. |
TIPS FROM THE TAPE.
(Picked up in Mr. Punch's Own Special City Corner.)
EVER since it became known that, in conformity with the general interest in the condition of the Stock and Share Market, now manifested by all classes of readers, you had determined to start your own special "Corner," for the purpose of keeping your eye on the matter, and had appointed me as your "City Commissioner," if I have been flooded with applications from Stock-jobbers, tendering their advice, I may say I have been literally overwhelmed by applications from clients and outsiders, asking me for mine. With five tapes always on the move, telephonic communication with everywhere, and my telegraphic address of "Panjimcracks," comfortably installed in a third-floor flat in commanding premises, within a stone's throw of the Stock Exchange, I flatter myself that, at least in all the surroundings of my position, I am, acting under your instructions, well up to the mark.
You would wish naturally to know something of the state of the market, and would doubtless like to hear from me, if there is any particular investment that I can recommend as safe for a rise. I have been giving some attention lately to
Patagonian Crocodiles,