But dearly loves a Funeral,
Or Exeter's reproachless Hall?
My Housemaid.
Who late returning thence, in fits
Of what she terms "Histories," sits,—
And this day month my service quits?
My Housemaid.
QUITE CLEAR.—"Aha! mon ami," exclaimed our friend JULES, during the recent murky weather in Town, "you ask me the difference between our Paris and your London. Tenez, I will tell you. Paris is always très gai, veritablement gai; but London is toujours faux gai—you see it is always fo-gay." And he meant "fog-gy." Well, he wasn't far wrong, just now.