"CRAMMING."
Affectionate Uncle. "Glad to see you, Rupert. Now tell me all about it. What Form are you in, Old Boy?"
Nephew (just returned from Harrow). "Well, Uncle, not so bad, I think. I can generally manage a couple of Eggs, two Sausages or Kidneys, some Dundee Marmalade, and two Cups of Coffee for Breakfast. I always have a little Luncheon, any amount of Roast Beef or Mutton for Dinner, and I generally look in at the Confectioner's in the afternoon, and invariably wind up with a good Supper. What do you think of that?"
[Disappointed and misunderstood Uncle subsides, and thinks it best to make no comments.]
THE NINTH OF NOVEMBER.
The Lord Mayor's Show, I saw it from the Strand,
I stood and waited there an hour or so,
Till from afar there came with blare of band