the way, miles away from Monte
Carlo--with its azure sky, its deep blue sea, its verdant green-cloth
table land, its delightful _promenades a pied_, and its frisky
_gambols a la roulette_, where the sunset and sunrise are _rouge_,
and _noir_ is only "on the cards." Fancy renouncing these gay southern
delights to live a laborious day in dry, hard, northern Glasgow!
"O swallow, swallow, flying, flying South," how would you like to be
checked in your holiday-making airy career in order to be brought back
to the cold and cruel North? Such a self-sacrifice as this is indeed
memorable.

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LOVE BY THE SEA. WIND N.E. BY E.

"We do not speak as we pass by!"
But tears down trickle from our eye!
Alas! Our love remains untold----
For each has got a thundering cold!

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BOOKS THAT OUGHT TO APPEAR.

_I Banish the Street Organs!_ By the Author of _I Forbid the Banns!_

_A Boy's Present._ (Birthday Book.) By the Author of _A Girl's Past_.

No. 1 of _The Domestic Lyre_, as a Companion to _The Family
Storyteller_.

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YET THEY LOOK SO INNOCENT!--In the Language of Flowers, what species
should always express untruths?--Li-lies.

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.

_House of Commons, Monday Night, March 27._--The Lowther Arcade not
getting on so well as thought when projected. The Master Builder
been diligently at work, but result disappointing. On Friday he
got terribly snubbed by SPEAKER. Comes up to-day to make personal
explanation. That a bait at which House usually jumps; always ready to
be amused, or interested with scandal about Queen ELIZABETH and other
persons. These things usually promised by personal explanation. To-day
no flutter of excitement moved crowded House. JEMMY, approaching table
with most judicial air, received with mocking laughter, and ironical
cheers. Some difficulty in quite making out what he was at. Evidently
something to do with SQUIRE of MALWOOD; but SQUIRE so inextricably
mixed up with Supplementary Estimates, couldn't make out which
was which. JAMES pounded along in most ponderous style; SQUIRE
contemptuously replied; no one else inclined to join in conversation,
and the Master Builder gloomily resumed his seat.

"Never mind," I said, not liking to see an old friend cast down; "Rome
wasn't b