LEFT London by an early train. Slept for an hour. Woke suddenly, and heard a porter crying" Plblmber!" Had no idea where I was, put my head out, but train had started. Passed through a very fine part of the country, but couldn't see it, as this bit of the line was a cutting-so was the train, very fast. Stopped at another station, porter calling "Strmstrmton!" Discovered that refreshments were procurable, and ordered a bowl of soup. Bell rang for train to start before I got it. Had to pay for it. A gentleman got in at this station who proved (a few miles down the line) to be an escaped lunatic. Vainly endeavoured to signal the guard. Had to throw him (the lunatic) out of the window. Another station, according to porter, entitled Glwmbwrgleby!" Saw half my luggage being taken out by mistake. Tried to get out and correct error, but door of carriage was locked, and so couldn't. Got into a tunnel. Train stopped. Found engine had broken down-another train expected in a minute and a half after us and three down the other line of rails in the course of next two minutes. Have put this statement into a brandy flask and throw it out of the window. Longitude, five feet four in my socks. Latitude, given to the railway companies by a Directorial House of Commons.

OUR OWN ENTHUSIAST-JUNE.

gunsmith and the Polish astronomer, Never have I enjoyed a finer ascent; Christened her "Joe Manton Copernicus," in compliment to the British but poor Roderick (than whom no honester man ever breathed) so mismanaged the descent that we fell down in the middle of Kennington Oval. Here we found eleven of Surrey and eleven of Kent merrily enjoying the seasonable sport of CRICKET. As we came down right in the middle of the play, the balloon was torn to pieces by an infuriated Lockyer. doubled my scientific ardour. Dew point, 0.999 (as determined by Mr. Glaisher).

JULY.

This re

Playfair, partly in compliment to the Surrey cricketer, partly to the Scottish To show that I bear no malice, christened the new one Tom Lockyer philosopher, and partly as a reminder to the great wicket keeper that he had Roderick (who is the very soul of good nature when sober) was so infuriated not treated me quite so fairly as he should. Lovely ascent; but poor dear with drink that although a violent breeze swept us towards the sea, he refused to allow her to descend until too late. Alas, alas! we fell into the sea, off Cowes, where we found our fellow-countrymen merrily enjoying the seasonable sport of YACHTING. We were picked up by a boat, but the balloon was blown away in the direction of Algiers. This redoubled my scientific ardour. Dew point, 999.0 (as determined by Mr. Glaisher).

A SENSATION NOVEL.

BY A SMALL BOY. CHAPTER I.

We meet at the Hick's, Jane Reid and I. On Twelfth Night. I love Jane Reid as soon as I see her. She is tall, grandly tall, graceful, dark, with big rolling eyes. She is older than I: in point of fact she is twentyseven. I forgot to say that I am nine. I dance twice with her; I fight James Jones for her, and I thrash James Jones, though he is ten-and-ahalf, and in trowsers. I give Jane Reid a harlequin off the Twelfth Cake. She does not eat it. Agony! She observes my sorrow and asks its source. I tell her. She pleads that it will disagree with her. So it will! I see it all! Rapture! CHAPTER II.

Our loves progress. James Jones has gone to school. I am to remain at home and have a governess. Poor James Jones! I have not yet declared myself, but we, that is Jane Reid and I, understand each other. On the fourteenth I send her a valentine-an original one. It is to the following effect: "Friendship fills the heart with love and admiration;

Adieu, Jane, frank and hoppy!"

Thunder! Our dream of bliss is destroyed. I hate Jane Reid. I loathe, I detest the false-hearted tigress. This is strong language from one so young, but no matter. I will have her blood! Why? Listen. She has slapped me!!! Why? For tearing her dress out of the gathers. In point of fact I was in the act of throwing myself at her feet. I miscalculated my distance (being new at it) and so worked my love's destruction! Revenge! CHAPTER IV.

I cannot help loving her-she is so grandly beautiful! She has given me some barley sugar, which I wear next my heart. The days are getting warmer, and the heat begins to tell upon it-the barley sugar, of course. It trickles in an uncomfortable manner. Nevertheless, I persevere. It shall abide there as long as the weather will allow of it. Everybody loves Jane Reid. Even my papa adores her. If I had a mamma, she would, I am sure, adore her also. I drink to her in ginger-wine!

Misery! James Jones has come home for the holidays! He lives next door to me, and makes love to Jane over the balcony. He has certain personal attractions, there is no denying that. But he is a boy of an ill-regulated turn of mind, and has a taste for skinning mice. I caught Jane asking him whether he liked his school! A hideous double meaning may lie beneath these remarkable words. I will watch him with her, carefully. CHAPTER VII.

It is but too true! They love each other. She is unwell-he sends her they are now pulling away at her own gathering! For it is a gathering! a bottle of leeches of his own gathering, and she has accepted them, and On the thumb! I need hardly say that James Jones dies. I catch him in our parlour one day when papa is out with my Jane. He is at the jam. I hit him on the head. He kicks and dies. How to dispose of him? Agony! Papa and Jane are at the door-another moment and they will discover all! Ha! The grate! A good thought. I stuff the body in the drawing-room grate and conceal it with the fire board. I receive them with a smile. Jane says I am a good boy. And so I am. CHAPTER VIII.

Mr. and Mrs. Jones bear the loss of their boy with singular equanimity. They do not even allude to it. What can this mean? Callous parents. But Jones was always a nuisance, and I have no doubt but that they were glad to get rid of him.

CHAPTER IX.

That body haunts me! I cannot sleep! I cannot enjoy myself in the drawing room with the knowledge that young Jones's bones are behind that board! Who could be light hearted with such a blighting secret in his bosom? So I am glad to go to Margate with Papa and Jane. CHAPTER X.

e asks me how I should like Miss Reid to live with us for ever? I reply, For a month I have been happy. Papa's affection for Jane is delightful. "Rapture!". He rejoins, "Quite so." Darling Jane, I must soon declare myself. This wooing of ours has continued long enough.

CHAPTER XI.

Home to that dreadful drawing room! We have begun fires, and on the