_August 20._--Heavy downpour commences. Thirty-six inches of rain fell
in as many minutes. The Clerk of the Weather catches cold.

_August 27._--Heavy downpour continues. The entire audience at the
Gaiety, being unable to get home without getting drenched, decline to
leave the Theatre, and, after a riot, pass the night there, in the face
of the protests of the Management.

_September 3._--Heavy downpour shows no signs of abating. Several
leading Umbrella Manufacturers make rapid fortunes, and are raised to
the Peerage.

_September 15._--Heavy downpour still continuing, the Serpentine
overflows its banks, and runs southwards. Salmon-fishing commences in
the Brompton Road.

_September 27._--Downpour heavier than ever. The Underground Lines
flooded, and the traffic carried on by penny steamers.

_October 8._--Downpour steadily continuing, the Albert Hall is opened as
a National Swimming Bath, and Battersea Park as a Rice Plantation.

_October 19._--Downpour still on the increase. The Hippopotamus from the
Zoological Gardens is washed in a torrent down Portland Place, and left
high-and-dry on the steps of the Langham Hotel.

_October 28._--Downpour as heavy as ever. Gondolas seen in Piccadilly. A
well-known Duke endeavouring to drive a bathing-machine in Belgrave
Square, upsets it, and is only rescued with difficulty by drags from his
own balcony.

_November 3._--Downpour still continuing and London being now under
water, wild-duck shooting commences in Chancery Lane.

_November 9._--Downpour at its height. In consequence of the flooded
condition of the Guildhall, the Lord Mayor's banquet is given under a
water-proof tent on Primrose Hill, his distinguished guests approaching
it across the Regent's Park in coal-barges. Prime Minister, in his
speech, commenting upon the weather, describes it "as the worst he ever
remembers."

* * * * *

FERDINAND AND ARIEL.

(IN BULGARIA.)

(_Shakspeare once again adapted to circumstances._)

_Enter_ ARIEL, _invisible, playing and singing_. FERDINAND _following
him_.

_Ariel's Song._

COME into Bulgarian Lands,
We stretch our hands;
'Tis a chance not to be miss'd.
When we have kiss'd
Your hand in loyal fealty there,
The Crown's sweet burden you may bear.
Hark! Hark!

_Burden._ Bow-wow! (_Dispersedly._)
Let the Russ bark!

_Burden._ Bow-wow! (_Dispersedly._)
Hark, hark! I hear
The strutting Gallic Cha