e Winter Dining-room, into the
Drawing-room, and thence into the Chapel where you admire the painted
window of Flemish work, representing in compartments various scriptural
subjects.

You have been so interested in the journey, that there has been no time
for ROBERT ARTHUR TALBOT GASCOIGNE-CECIL, P.C., K.G., Third Marquis of
Salisbury, Fellow of All Souls College, Oxford, Secretary of State for
Foreign Affairs, and Prime Minister of England, to tell you the story of
his life. This you the less regret, as the MARKISS is manifestly growing
increasingly uncomfortable in his doublet and hose. So he conducts you
to the hall, and bids you a friendly farewell. As you walk down the
Avenue--"The Way to London," as CECILS dead and buried used to call
it--you turn to take one last look at the noble pile, Italian
renaissance in character, of two orders, the lower Doric, the upper
Ionic, with a highly-enriched Elizabethan central gate-tower, and
stepped gables.

* * * * *

TOMMIUS ETONENSIS LOQUITUR.

VULTNE Gubernator rursus spoliare Hiemales
Holidies? Durum debet habere jecur!
Nunc iterum versus--pejor Fortuna--Latinos
(Deque meo capite) concoquere ille jubet.
Fecit idem quondam; nunc et--cogitatio laeta!--
Stratagema veteri vendere eum potero.
Materiae sors ulla, puto, descendit eocum;
Namque Latina illi "mortua lingua" manet.
De quo nunc scribam?--Vidi spectacula Barni,
Et res, considero, non ita prava fuit.
Sed quia Neronem atque Romam introducere oportet?
Est socio prorsus sat dare caerulea!
Tunc vidi Dominum Silvae Coventis ad Hortum,
Et Circum Hengleri, Pantomimosque simul.
Ad scholam redco--lamentor dicere--mox nunc;
Notio nuda manet bestialissima mi!
O utinam tactum possem capere Influenzae!
Cuncta habeo morbi symptoma, dico patri.
"Undique mortalitas "--addo--"excessiva videtur.
In valli est Tamesis particulare malus!"
"Russigenus morbus! Frigus commune cerebri;"
Ille ait arridens. "Hoc Russ in urbe vocas?"
"Sed pueros per me fortasse infectio tanget;
Oh, nonne in cera Busbius (arguo) erit!"
Jingo! Gubernator respondit--"Shammere cessa!
Aut aliquid de quo vere dolere dabo!"
Hei mihi! Deposuisse pedem nunc ille videtur.
Sunt lineae durae!--Terminat Holidies.

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