They say it was my
fault, because I would put up a bank and plantation in my back garden.
Only light in the general gloom is, the prospect my Agent holds out
to me of getting rid of the property for me to another lover of the
picturesque. Scarcely fair; but after all, or rather before all, must
take care of Number One.
_Last Extract_.--Hurray! Sold my estate to another fellow. However, on
looking over my accounts, I fancy I should have found it cheaper if,
in the first instance, I had bought a chromo lithograph!
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EPITAPH.--An Alpining Traveller sends us, on the "Baer" Hotel lately
destroyed at Grindelwald, the following adapted and reversified
quotation:--
"Good-bye to the Baer--
And it's moaning" we are!
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[Illustration: "SUMMER VOLUPTAS."
_Toby_ (_sings_). "MY BARQUE IS ON THE SEA!"]
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SONGS OUT OF SEASON.
NO. I.--DISORGANISED.
Still in London now you'll find me,
Still detained against my will;
And I wish, distinctly, mind me,
To accentuate the "_still_;"
It's a sort of consolation,
As I sit, and fume, and frown,
That the greatest botheration
Of my life is out of town.
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