My Rover, would she bring you back?
No, no, I will not trust her!
The offer tempts—(again that bark!)—
But no—'tis weak to falter;
The chain that leads you to the Park
May lead me to the Altar!
FROM A VERY OCCASIONAL CORRESPONDENT.—"At Craig-y-nos we've been keeping up quite Craig-y-noces. High jinks up here. Craig-y-nos means the 'Rock of the Night,' but, mind you, no rock has been required by any of us when we did go to bed, even though we had real Welsh rabbits for supper. Madame PATTI, who takes the Patti-cake here, is far too wiry ever to be a Patti de foie gras. Delicious air here, as any air must be in which PATTI has a voice.—Yours truly,
"THE APPIEST OF THE AP JONESES."