PRESERVED VENICE.
(Specially Imported for the London Market.)
A SATURDAY NIGHT SCENE AT OLYMPIA.
IN THE PROMENADE.
A Pessimistic Matron (the usual beady and bugle-y female, who takes all her pleasure as a penance). Well, they may call it "Venice," but I don't see no difference from what it was when the Barnum Show was 'ere—except—(regretfully)—that then they 'ad the Freaks o' Nature, and Jumbo's skelinton!
Her Husband (an Optimist—less from conviction than contradiction). There you go, MARIA, finding fault the minute you've put your nose inside! We ain't in Venice yet. It's up at the top o' them steps.
The P.M. Up all them stairs? Well, I 'ope it'll be worth seeing when we do get there, that's all!