very grey;
By the roadside is mistily glimmering
A wall phosphorescent with pearls,
All glancing and dancing and shimmering
Like star-dust that swirls.

Where the high-road dips down to the dingle,
A coppice in arabesque gleams
Whose traceries melt and commingle,
Like ghost trees in moon-fretted streams,
As the tremulous glamour sweeps o'er it
And skirts the inscrutable sky;
Then, Fairyland flitting before it,
The car flashes by.

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Sport in Ireland.

"In a collision between his vehicle and a tramcar
yesterday a passenger was injured and removed to
hospital.

For other Sporting News see Page 6."

_Irish Paper._

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"----'S SIPPING AGENCY, LTD."

_Le Reveil_ (_Beyrouth_).

A popular establishment, we feel confident.

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[Illustration: MANNERS AND MODES.

PAVLOVITIS.

[It is announced that at a coming Charity
Ball there will be a dance to the music of
SAINT-SAeENS' _Le Cygne_. Our artist
anticipates the moment of the Dying Swan's
collapse.]]

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[Illustration: _Host_ (_to friend who feels faint._)
"NOW, WHAT _YOU_ WANT IS A GOOD STIFF GLASS
OF"--(_suddenly remembering the Budget_)--"SODA!"]

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THE TAKING OF TIMOTHY.

TEA was over, a clearing was made of the articles of more fragile
virtue, and Timothy, entering in state, was off-loaded from his nurse's
arms into his mother's.

"Isn't he looking sweet to-day?" said Suzanne. "It's really time we had
him photographed."

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, why do people as a rule get photographed?"

"That," I said, "is a question I have often asked myself, but without
finding a satisfactory answer. What do you propose to do with the
copies?"

"There are dozens of people who'll be only too glad to have them. Aunt
Caroline, for instance----"

"Aunt Caroline one day took me into her confidence and showed me what
she called her scrap-heap. It was a big box full of photographs that had
been presented to her from time to time, and she calculated that if she
had had them all framed, as their donors had doubtless expected, it
would have cost her some hundreds of pounds. While her back was turned I
looked through the collection. Your photograph was