jolly week in Paris next Easter!

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An "Indignant One" writes:--"Sir--our house is infested with mice.
Seeing a gentleman's name in the _Times_ with the words 'Mus. Doc.'
after it, I sent to him. If I had wanted to have a horse cured, and had
seen '_equus doc_.' after somebody's name, I should have acted in the
same manner. I have sent three times and obtained no answer. If I do not
hear from him by to-night's post, informing me why he does not come and
give me a prescription for curing this plague of mice, I shall publish
his name and address as an impostor, and the sooner he drops the 'Mus.
Doc.' the better." [We publish the grievance. Our Correspondent is too
learned. Let him call at the Royal Academy of Music.--ED.]

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THE TRIVIAL ROUND.

_Being the Utterances of Mrs. Jabberly Jones on Show Sunday._

[Not Intended for Publication.]

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Well, there, my dear child, it's no use making a fuss about it--one must
_do_ it, and there's an end of it! People in our position ought to be
ready to make some sacrifice for Art. I ordered luncheon half-an-hour
earlier on purpose. Last year I only did thirty studios, and I want to
do _much_ more than that this afternoon, if I can. Of course, I know I
shall be a perfect wreck to-morrow, but one expects that. I do wish
Artists wouldn't live in such out-of-the-way places. I'm sure CHANDLER
is out of temper already--I can tell by the way he is driving. Yes, this
will do nicely, CHANDLER; we will walk the rest. Quite a string of
carriages, you see. It would _never_ have done to have left Mr. MELBURY
out! No, he didn't exactly send me a card, but I've met him somewhere,
and that does quite as well. Oh, my dear, it will be all right; keep
close to me, and you needn't even open your lips. Very tastefully
decorated, isn't it? _Eccentric_, of course, but they're all like that.
Such a mass of azaleas. I daresay they're only hired for the Sunday, you
know, but a very charming effect. Straight on to the studio? Thank you,
I know the way perfectly. How _are_ you, dear Mr. MELBURY? I couldn't
dream of leaving _you_ out, you know. My daughter. Thanks; but I can see
beautifully where I am. Oh, of course I recollect the subject. How
clever of you to choose it, and _how_ originally you've treated it, too!
_Not_ for the Academy? Why, surely they'd never reject _that_! Oh,
because of the _glass_? _I se