the three corpses in one sad heap: Vera Alexandrina Polianowski, shot
through the breast; at her side, Vladimir Crackovitch, with a bullet
in each eye; and, still clutching his revolver, Vladimir, the sailor,
seated upon his grim cushion of the dead, his back supported against
the wall under the domestic lamplit icon, with a smile of hellish
satisfaction frozen upon his lips and the remaining three bullets
buried in his heart.

The above is not necessarily a true story. It is a specimen of the
small-print news with which the rather young Assistant Sub-Editor
of _The Dullandshire Chronicle_ (established 1763) is permitted,
occasionally, to divert those of _The Chronicle's_ subscribers who
take an intelligent interest in continental affairs.

* * * * *

"You know the 'Tziganes,' don't you?--those marvellous
gentlemen in red coats with sleek dark singlets, exotic
complexions, and bold, rolling black eyes."--_Sunday
Chronicle_.

Strictly speaking, singlets, of whatever colour, should be worn
_under_ the coat.

* * * * *

THE HUNTSMAN'S STORY.

I heard the huntsman calling as he drew Threeacre Spinney;
He found a fox and hunted him and handled him ere night,