He does! Writes and says how sorry he is to hear of the stupid mistake that has been made. He knows of another very nice family, in Cheshire, who want a Private Tutor. Shall he mention my name to _them_? Not for worlds!

"I HAD RICHES TOO GREAT TO COUNT, COULD BOAST OF A HIGH ANCESTRAL NAME;... BUT I ALSO DREAMT, WHICH CHARMED ME MOST, THAT YOU LOVED ME STILL THE SAME-- THAT YOU LOVED ME, YOU LOVED ME STI-ILL THE SAME!"

Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99, September 6, 1890 — Part 8

What means _Train de Luxe_? Peppery "PUNJAB" replies, Two dirty sleeping-oars wherein one lies Awaiting a breakfast; to feel disgust utter At coffee, two boiled eggs, and plain roll and butter, (Miscalled "_Grub de Luxe_," in the bitterest chaff,) At the humorous price of four francs and a-half! Item: Thirty-five francs for a bottle of brandy! (A thing that--at breakfast--of course comes in handy). A horrible dinner; no wine, and no beer, Not even a soda your spirits to cheer; No water to wash in at Turin--just think! On arrival in France, not a drop e'en to drink! What wonder poor "PUNJAB," who hails from the "Garrick," Got hungry as VASHTI, and dry as a hayrick? An _Edition de Luxe_, as a rule, is a sell, But a _Train de Luxe_ sure as a fraud bears the bell, Which promises travel more cosy and quicker, And leaves you half starved, without money--or liquor!

Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99, September 6, 1890 — Part 8

KILLING NO MURDER!--A Correspondent of the _Times_, protesting against the assumption of combatant rank by the Army Surgeons, writes:--"A military doctor is armed, and like others is entitled to defend himself when attacked, but that is a very different thing from giving him full licence to kill." The Correspondent evidently overlooks the powers afforded by a medical diploma!

Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99, September 6, 1890 — Part 8

"Partridge-shooting will be postponed in several districts till the middle of September."--_Daily Telegraph_, August, 28.

_Chorus of Partridges_. "LONG MAY IT RAIN!"]

When on my Continental tour preparing to depart, I bought a Conversation-Book, and got it up by heart; A handy manual it seemed, convenient and neat, And gave for each contingency a dialogue complete.

Upon the weather--wet _or_ fine--I could at will discourse, Or bargain for a bonnet, or a boot-jack, or a horse; Tell dentists, in three languages, which tooth it is that hurts; Or chide a laundress for the lack of starch upon my shirts.