Of tennis and dances and drums in
"That Eden for Eves"--did you say?
Apt phrase! Nothing masculine comes in
Our Mediterranean way.
And "Esterel's amethyst ranges
Of gossamer shapes"--and the rest.
Good gracious, how scenery changes!
They too have a cold on their chest.
At "delicate lungs," dear, and so on
No more for this climate I'll play,
But homeward in ecstasy go on
My Mediterranean way.
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[Illustration: THE "PAPER-CHASE."
RIGHT HON. GEO. J. G-SCH-N (_the Hare_). "WONDER WHETHER THEY'LL
FOLLOW?"]
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[Illustration: THE OYSTERS AT WHITSTABLE FROZEN IN THEIR BEDS!
(_See Daily Papers_.)]
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THE OLD WOMAN AND HER WATER SUPPLY.
(_AN OLD NURSERY RHYME WITH A NEW BURDEN._)
There was an old Woman, as I've heard say,
The frost froze her water-pipes fast one day;
The frost froze her water-pipes fast at first,
Till a thaw came at last, and the water-pipes burst.
By came the Company, greedy of gain,
And it cut her water all off at the main,
It cut her water off sharp, if you please,
Though it wasn't _her_ fault that the pipes began to freeze.
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