A DOMESTIC DIFFICULTY. I LAUS [JULY 6, 1867. ÆSTATIS. (Après Algernon.) COME! season of pic-nics and pleasure; Long nights that can die into dreams. Of our hearts, we can cry, from the fullness, Come! borage with blossoms that crop up, Our draughts of delirium to stop up Let oceans of Seltzer and cider, And Moet and Roederer flow; Come, darling! no cup is denied her- Come, feminine croquet, and cricket Come saunters and spoons in the thicket, Come, daytimes for yachting and yawning, Come, hammocks with leaves for an awning, Come pot-hats, and pewters, and flannels; When all that there is can be done! The Latest from Paris. WHAT is the difference between a chignon and a glass of water?-One is a load of 'air, and the other a verre de l'eau. A Hint in Print. MRS. VYVYAN VESEY was lovely. She had golden hair and a golden that the "readers" are about to memorialize their employers for an inpurse. But she was not happy. WE see it stated in the Press News, and the printing trade journals reading some of the three-voluminous trash they have to wade crease of pay. We should think that novel-readers might make some through! such proposal to the libraries, for they really deserve to be paid for I will tell you why! For many years after her marriage she had been as happy as the days were short. Her husband was devoted to her, and gratified her every whim. He said it was the only way to manage whim-en, but she thought he was joking. Weary of her snug little villa at Putney, she at last prevailed on him to take a house in Belgravia. As is the custom of rural spots, she was immediately called upon by her neighbours. Among those neighbours was Mrs. Belyon-a spiteful cat. That spiteful cat made herself very amiable to the fair beauty; and the first time she saw VESEY she started, and then, taking MRS. V. V. aside, told her that she had a short time before seen VESEY constantly at the opera with a lovely woman-with dark hair and splendid eyes-and had noticed that he was very attentive. She thought "her dear friend ought to know this!" MRS. VYVYAN VESEY was miserable. She made MR. VYVYAN VESEY miserable too! Then came a day when, amid a flood of tears, she taxed her VYVYAN with his inconstancy. He was furious. MRS. BELYON was sent for. He asked her to name the exact time when she saw him at the opera as she stated. MRS. B. did so-with pleasure. MRS. V. V. shrieked! "I see it all-my be-be-beloved husband!" she sobbed. what a comfort!" "What!" said MRS. BELYON. "Oh, A CHARADE. A SOLDIER in a country town, Wandered sadly up and down. To him, an-hungered and a-thirst, A publican said, "Here's my first." Mine host a lovely daughter had, Whose charms soon caught the soldier lad. Said he, "My Mary, thanks to you, My first is now my second too." Time passed away, till war's alarms Snatched the recruit from Mary's arms. Then, of each other's kiss bereft, My whole was all their comfort left. By Our Moke. IT is to be hoped that visitors to the Paris Exhibition will, during their stay in France, learn the art of making a good cup of coffee; as what is at present offered to the British public under the name of that beverage is nothing but a perfect Mocha-ry! Hit 'em Again! Ir is rumoured in pugilistic circles, that a new candidate will shortly "Oh, it was I," said MRS. VESEY-"I, before I had my hair appear for the "Championship of the Light Weights." If we are blanched!" rightly informed, he hails from Lambeth. |