-k y-o-o-o-u!'"

I pick myself up. _Is_ it the monkeys' half-holiday? Yes! They are
imitating boys playing cricket. Their cages are close at hand.

"Bang! Another blow!! This time I receive the enemy's blow--as an
Englishman should--in front. It brings me up standing--I see it
all! The monkeys are boys; the cages are practising nets; and the
balls come off the bats! A nurse in charge of five children is
under fire--in terror that some of her little ones may be hit and
killed--and it is a wonder they are not. I gallantly cover her
retreat, for no park-keeper is to be seen. Then I turned my
attention to what I thought--when half-dazed, but not altogether
wrong--was a corner of a low race-meeting, or gipsy encampment.
Here is a sketch, sir, made on the spot. It certainly was like
both--dirty unfinished tents, casks, rubbish and rags, something
boiling, and some people brawling, the grass all worn, and the walk
cut up! An eyesore, a disgrace, sir!

"A somewhat artistically-built kiosk stands a hundred yards or so
away. If the mass of cricketers want another, by all means let them
have it, and drive the unsightly tent-jobbers out of the Park.

"If this sort of thing is allowed by officials in charge, then,
sir, I venture to think the sketch heading this letter, 'What it
will come to,' will be an actual illustration of fact.

"Yours truly,
"STURMIE STUMPS."

Unfortunately my more recent attack on "Lord's," and my letters and
articles on various other public matters, have not met with the same
success. Even domestic annoyances have been ventilated by me, and I
fondly hope have had some effect.

_A propos_ of the foregoing, I may here make full confession of how

I FOUND A SNAKE IN REGENT'S PARK.

The following incident may prove interesting to the public in general
and naturalists in particular:

While taking an early walk in Regent's Park on Saturday, June 12th,
1894, I captured, not the proverbial worm, but a specimen of a rare
species of snake, which was indulging in a constitutional on one of the
broad paths. "What a gigantic worm!" was my first thought, but on my
using my stick to arrest its further progress it rose in the orthodox
snake-like fashion at my cane, throwing itself into an attitude of
defence and hissing with anger. The park-keeper,