cremated remnant of the
town's horrible organic refuse, but will also be tainted with
the smell that tastes."

Our contemporary's correspondent would have pleased our old Sixth Form
Master, who was always complaining that our translations did not bring
out the _full_ meaning of the passage.

* * * * *

"Great Pictures under the Hammer."

_The Times._

The Suffragettes continue to be busy.

* * * * *

"Who shall say howqztNj wodrmf."

_Manchester Daily Dispatch._

Who wants to?

* * * * *

[Illustration: "And so you are really going to be married next month, my
dear. Well, I think your future husband seems a charming man. By-the-by,
what does he do?".

"Oh--er--well--er--d'you know, I really haven't had time to ask him; but
I expect Papa could tell you if you particularly want to know."]

* * * * *

INSPIRATION.

(_A Suburban Rhapsody._)

I said, "Within the garden trimly bordered,
Assisted by the merle, I mean to woo
The Heavenly Nine, by young Apollo wardered,"
And Araminta answered, "Yes, dear, do.
The deck chair's in the outhouse; lunch is ordered
For twenty-five to two."

I sat within the garden's island summer
And heard far off the shunting of the trains,
Noises of wheels, and speech of every comer
Passing the entrance--heard the man of brains
Talking of George's Budget, heard the plumber
Planning new leaks for drains.

These things did not disturb me. Through the fencing
I liked to bear in mind that men less free
Must toil and tramp, whilst I was just commencing
To court the Muses, foolscap on my knee,
Helped by the sweet bird in the shade-dispensing
Something-or-other tree.

I wrote: "Ah, who would be where rough men jostle
In dust and grime, like porkers at a trough.
When, here is May and May-time's blest apostle----"
Just then, without preliminary cough,
Suddenly, ere I knew, the actual throstle,
Tee'd up and started off.

It drowned the distant noise of motor-'buses,
It drowned the shunting trains, the traffic's roar,
The milk, the bread, the meat, the tradesmen's fusses,
And the long secret tale told o'er and o'er
That all day long Eliza Jane discusses
With the new girl next door.

So sweetly the bird sang. Great thri