New Monthly Magazine.
"THE SEASON" IN TOWN.
Theodore.—I don't know how you could prevent people from living half the year in town.
Tickler.—I have no objection to their living half the year in town, as you call it, if they can live in such a hell upon earth, of dust, noise, and misery. Only think of the Dolphin water in the solar microscope!
Theodore.—I know nothing of the water of London personally.
Odoherty.—Nor I; but I take it, we both have a notion of its brandy and water.
Tickler.—'Tis, in fact, their duty to be a good deal in London. But I'll tell you what I do object to, and what I rather think are evils of modern date, or at any rate, of very rapid recent growth. First, I object to their living those months of the year in which it is contra bonos mores to be in London, not in their paternal mansions, but at those little bastardly abortions, which they call watering-places—their Leamingtons, their Cheltenhams, their Brighthelmstones.
Theodore.—Brighton, my dear rustic Brighton!
Odoherty.—Synopicé.