) Well, you'll soon
get tired of your own society, I warn you.
_Podb._ Thanks, we shall see.
[_He saunters off with his bag: CULCHARD shrugs his
shoulders, and goes in search of the Bayrischer-Hof Porter,
to whom he entrusts his luggage tickets, and takes his seat in
the omnibus alone._
* * * * *
"ANGELS AND MINISTERS OF GRACE!"
["The London Correspondent of the _Manchester Guardian_ hears
that certain ungallant Members of Parliament are threatening
at the beginning of next Session to make a formal protest
against the wholesale admission of ladies to the precincts of
the House."]
Ungallant! Vastly fine! But when they crowd
The terrace seats, elbow us in the lobbies,
Chatter and laugh, and care no more about
(Elderly) senators than boys or bobbies;
Why then, Sir, all M.P.'s of nerve and _nous_
Will say that, though we love the babbling beauties,
The swarming of these "Angels in the House,"
Will simply play the devil with its duties!
[Illustration: "NOS ET MUTAMUR IN ILLIS!"
(_INTERNATIONAL FELINE AMENITIES._)
_Fair French Republican_. "SO YOU 'AVE RETURN FROM PARIS? HOW DID YOU
LIKE IT?"
_Lady Godiva_. "OH, _PAS DE TOUT_--IT IS SO ALTERED FOR THE WORSE! FOR
I CAN REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS IN THE DEAR OLD DAYS OF THE EMPIRE!"
_Fair French Republican_.
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