DRAWING-ROOM INANITIES.
He. "I live in Hill Street. Where do you live?"
She. "I live in Hill Street, too."
He (greatly delighted to find they have something in common). "Really!" (After a moment's hesitation.) "Any particular Number?"
THE CHIEF MOURNER.
"——Past
To where beyond these voices there is Peace."
Tennyson's "Guinevere."
Peace! Lo! her hand is on thine heart at last.
No boding echoes of the battle-blast,
Whose hated sound thy earthly slumbers broke,
Shall break the rest whereunto thou hast past.
Earth's mightest autocrat, and yet a man
Unwitched by War's wrath-stirring rataplan!
A phantom haunted thee from the red snows
Where with the blood of legions Plevna ran.