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[Illustration: BRIC A BRAC.
_Lady Croesus_. "OH, WHAT A SWEET TABLE! WHERE DID YOU GET IT, MY
DEAR? OH, I SEE HERE'S THE MAN'S CARD." (_Spelling the label._)
"'TABLE--LOUIS QUINZE.' LOUIS QUINZEY! WHAT A HORRID NAME! AND WHY
HASN'T HE PUT HIS ADDRESS?"]
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THE GERMAN WATERS.
A promenade with tongues alive
That every phrase of OLLENDORFF use;
And "_Luther's Hymn_" at half-past five
To drag you from the arms of Morpheus;
Fat Germans in their awful "Fracks,"
Pale Frenchmen, too, a bit _decolletes_,
And dapper Britons with attacks
Of livers and digestions faulty.
A garden fair with "Quellen" foul--
_Ach, Himmel_! How they taste those "Quellen"!
Then rolls and coffee, next a prowl
Among the shops with JANE or ELLEN;
The mid-day meal at _table d'hote_,
All windows closed--a climate hellish!--
With dishes too crackjaw to quote,
And sometimes difficult to relish.
An afternoon of drowsy drives--
How these poor foreigners love driving
To places where, when one arrives,
There's nought for which it's worth arriving!--
A "Belvedere"--like Primrose Hill,
A "Gartenhaus," tobacco-scented;
Yet there they smoke, and moon, and swill,
Quite adipose, and self-contented.
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