The Gloaming,"
North Kensington.Dear Mr. Punch,—I wonder if any of your intelligent readers have noticed the wonderful adaptability of Nature, of which I send you the following remarkable instance:—The yellowhammer, which we are always told sings, "A little bit of bread and no che-e-ese," has (unless my ears grossly deceive me) changed its words this year to "A little bit of cheese and no bre-e-ead!" Need I say more?
Your obedient servant,
Observator.
"Mr. Isaac L. —— is in Cape Town. We hope the change will do Mrs. L. —— good."—Weekly Paper.
We trust that no domestic differences are indicated.
"The bread...had been collected from local hostels and barracks for pigs."—Daily Mail.
Does the writer delicately hesitate to call a sty a sty, or has the internment of the food-hog really begun?
"Lord Robert Cecil concluded: 'There is a well-known French proverb, Que; messieurs, les assassins commencement—let the murderers begin.'"—Daily News.
Our contemporary has begun.