ife she really loved. This book of
_Molly_ should be a "heart's delight" to many.

* * * * *

"ARIZONA BILL VIOLATES TREATIES."--_New York Times._

So does Potsdam BILL.

* * * * *

PUNCH IN THE TRENCHES.

_Mr. Punch_ drew another letter from the heap on his office-desk and
opened it.

_Polwheedle, Cornwall._

DEAR _Mr. Punch_,--An amusing incident happened here yesterday. I was
talking to an old countryman, a great character in the village, and I
happened to make some remark about the War. "What war?" asked old
Jarge. "The European War," I answered in surprise. "Well," he said,
"they've got a fine day for it." I thought this would interest you.

Yours etc.,
JOHN BROWN.

"Two hundred and eighteen," said _Mr. Punch_ to himself, and took the
next letter from the heap.

_Wortleberry, Sussex._

Mr. William Smith presents his compliments to _Mr. Punch_ and begs to
send him the following dialogue which occurred in this village
yesterday:--

_Myself._ "Well, what do you think of the War, Jarge?"

_Jarge._ "What war?"

_Myself (surprised)._ "The European War."

_Jarge._ "They've got a fine day for it, anyhow."

Mr. Smith thought you would like this.

"Two hundred and nineteen," said _Mr. Punch_ to himself, "not counting
the South African or Crimean ones." He sighed and selected a third
letter.

_Sporransprock, Kirkcudbrightshire._

DEAR _Mr. Punch_,--How's this? I asked a native what he thought of the
War. On being told which war, he replied, "Eh, mon, ye ken, but
they've got a gran'----"

At this point _Mr. Punch_ rose from his chair and began to pace the
room restlessly.

"There must be more in life than this," he said to himself again and
again; "this can't be all."

He looked at his watch.

"Yes," he murmured, "that's it. I shall just have time."

Hastily donning the military overcoat of an Honorary Cornet-Major of
the Bouverie Street Roughriders, he left for the Front.

* * * * *

Mud, and then again mud, and then very much more mud.

"Halt! Who goes there?" "Friend," said _Mr. Punch_ hopefully. "It's
_Mr. Punch_," said a cheerful voice. "Come in."

The Cornet-Major of the B.S.R. glissaded into the trench and found
himself shaking hands with a very young subaltern of the ----th ----s.
[_Censored._]

"Thought I recognised you," he said. "Glad to see you out here, Sir."

"That's re