Note by the Agonised Editor (who has been struggling with MS. for several hours). "And he did let me have it, with a vengeance!"
A SCENE AT THE "LUCULLUS."
Mrs. Blunderby. "Now, MY DEAR MONTY, LET ME ORDER THE LUNCHEON AR-LA-FRAINGSY. GASSONG! I WISH TO BEGIN—AS WE ALWAYS DO IN PARIS, MY DEARS—WITH SOME CHEF-D'OEUVRES—YOU UNDERSTAND—SOME CHEF-D'OEUVRES."
Emile, the Waiter, is in despair. It occurs to him however, presently that the Lady probably means "Hors d'oeuvres," and acts accordingly.
LIGHT CONDUCT IN HEAVENLY BODIES.
DEAR MR. EDITOR,