it.

No. 194. Very charming is "_The Closing of an October Day._" By GEORGE
H. BROUGHTON, A.R.A. He has caught the "Early Closing Movement" to the
life.

No. 242. "_In the Grip of the Sea-Wolf_"; or, "_Early Bathing at
Boulogne_." E. M. HALE.

No. 324. And a good Judge too! _Portrait of Sir Douglas Straight._ The
DOUGLAS, "bearded in his den"! Quarter (Sessions) Length. Sad end to a
distinguished career to be "quartered, drawn, and hung"! Congratulate
Artist, Miss VERA CHRISTIE, on good likeness.

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[Illustration: EVOLUTION EXTRAORDINARY.

_British Tourist_ (_who has been served with a Pig's foot_). "WHAT'S
THIS? I ORDERED QUAIL!"

_Negro Waiter._ "WALL--Y'EV GOT QUAIL!"

_British Tourist_. "QUAIL! WHY A QUAIL'S A BIRD!"

_Negro Waiter._ "NOT HERE!"]

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Anti-Epidemic Treatment.

(_Being Summary of Robson Roosetem Pasha's Article in New Review._)

Boil Bacillus,
Or he'll kill us.
From Filter filthy grown
Don't drink water,
Save rates per quarter,
And so "Leave _well_ alone."

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COMPANION WORKS.--Shortly to appear: _My Wife's Bodice_. By the Author
of _His Wife's Soul_.

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TO MY UMBRELLA.

Good, faithful friend, it seems an age
Since last we met and walked together!
Upon the _Daily Graphic's_ page
For weeks I've watched the coming weather;

The meteorologic girl,
Despite cold arms, seemed almost jolly,
And made no effort to unfurl
That wonderful archaic brolly.

So I, grown reckless, did as she.
And gave you quite a Long Vacation;
Such weather cannot always be,
Or you would lose your occupation.

Think how I've treated you! A pet
Might envy all the care I gave you;
When worn-out with work and wet,
Think how I did my best to save you!

You soon looked well, and eased my fears--
Recovered after over-pressure.
When you "took silk" in other years,
Think what I paid for each "refresher"!

When last it rained I had to roll
You up quite wet; you've been forgotten.
It rains once more. What's this? A hole?
By Jove, the silk's completely rotten!

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THE STAGE-COACH FIASCO.--The Meet, which was ordered for 11:30 last
Thursday, wasn't done, and so there was no Lunch.

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