HELEN. "Which she accords with smile seraphic.' I know it, it was in the "Graphic." Declined. HUGH. Once more, and I forego All hopes of hanging, high or low: In bungalow and palankeen. HELEN. What!-all at once! But that's absurd ;Unless he's Sir Boyle Roche's bird! HUGH. Permit me 'Tis a Panorama, He puts that faded scrap before It guides, directs his every act, I mean (Too late! (Opening his locket.) Look, Helen, that's the heather! Here come both Aunts together.) What heather, Sir? HELEN. (After a pause.) And why . . . . "too late?" -Aunt Dora, how you've made us wait! Don't you agree that it's a pity Portraits are hung by the Committee? THE LAST DESPATCH HURRAH! the Season's past at last; Dear "Pater," if you only knew How much I've longed for home and you,— Our own green lawn and leisure! And then the pets! One half forgets I hope my special fish is fed ; I long to see poor Nigra's head I long to see the cob and "Rob,”— And won't we read in "Traveller's Rest"! One misses your dear kindly store One misses, too, your kind bon-mot;- How tired one grows of "calls and balls"! I'm longing, quite, for "Notes on Knox"; For holding Notes and Queries !) A change of place would suit my case. As "Lady-help," then, let it be; That Jams are my vocation! How's Lavender? My love to her. Does Briggs still flirt with Flowers ?— Has Hawthorn stubbed the common clear ?— You'll let me give some picnics, Dear, And ask the Vanes and Towers? I met Belle Vane. "HE'S" still in Spain ! Sir John won't let them marry. Aunt drove the boys to Brompton Rink; And No. You know what "No" I meanThere's no one yet at present: The Benedick I have in view Must be a something wholly new, One's father's far too pleasant. |