And, like a curious watering-pot,

Pours down a most terrific shower.

The belles can't save their satin bows,

Their silks are watered—how they scamper

Fate on that fête unkindly throws

A sudden, but decisive damper.

NOTES OF A CONTINENTAL TOUR,
IN THE SUMMER OF 1844.

By Samuel Spooner, Esquire,

FELLOW OF THE ROYAL HUMANE SOCIETY, &c., &c.

Happening to be at Ramsgate in the summer of 1844, and being much out of spirits at the loss of 4l. 10s. in raffles, for which I had won a card-rack—my mind, by-the-bye, has been upon the rack ever since—I determined on availing myself of an opportunity to visit the Continent, which the starting of an excursion boat to Calais on the following day held out to me.