"
I remained speechless. So did Henry. Elizabeth went out again into the
darkness. There was a long pause, broken only by my hay fever. Then Henry
spoke. "Can't you stop that everlasting sniffing?" he barked out. "It's
driving me mad, woman."
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[Illustration: OUR VILLAGE SOLOMON.
_First Rustic._ "D'YE 'EAR OLD DADDY SMITH'S COTTAGE WAS BURNT DOWN LAST
NIGHT?"
_Second Rustic (of matured wisdom)._ "I BEAN'T SURPRISED. WHEN I SEES THE
SMOKE A-COMING THROUGH THE THATCH I SEZ TO MYSELF, 'THERE'S SELDOM SMOKE
WITHOUT FIRE.'"]
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"REQUIRED an English or French resident governess for children from 30
to 45 years old, having notions of music."--_Standard (Buenos Ayres)._
We are glad they have picked up something during their prolonged
juvenescence.
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AUTHORSHIP FOR ALL.
[Being specimens of the work of Mr. Punch's newly-established Literary
Ghost Bureau, which supplies appropriate Press contributions on any
subject and over any signature.]
IV.--WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE DRAMA?
_By Marcus P.
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