"This is really very charming," murmured the Sage; "and I am not surprised that one of the brightest of my Artists chose it for his holiday resting-place last Summer—and, as I live, there he is! Halloa! Hi! Have you forgotten your old friend?"
"Forgotten you, my dear Mr. Punch!" said a gentleman of extreme elegance, approaching the Sage. "How could you think of such a thing? Why, you have had proofs of my goodwill every week for the last quarter of a century."
"So I have," returned Mr. Punch, heartily, "and have you anything from your portfolio you can show me?"
"What do you think of this?" And he showed him two Gauls, en costume de bain.
"What are these?" asked the Sage.
"I will tell you," replied the melancholy-looking tourist, approaching with his concertina. Then, in a soft voice, he sang the following lines, which he called
SWEETNESS AND LIGHT
Amid the throng that crowds the shore
I casually met them,
And, though I never see them more,