narrative of his perilous journey. He went on a professional retainer.
You don't catch Bedford Row in Swazieland on other terms. Being there,
he kept his eyes open, saw a good deal, and describes his impressions
in racy fashion. He did not like the coffee served _en route_, and
was disappointed with the Southern Cross; but on the whole enjoyed
the trip. One would naturally expect that the price of his book would
be six-and-eight-pence, or, regarding it in the form of a letter,
three-and-fourpence, but BRADBURY, AGNEW, & Co. issue it at a
shilling.

THE BARON DE BOOK-WORMS & Co.

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[Illustration: WHAT OUR ARTIST HAS TO PUT UP WITH.

_Our Artist_. "WELL, HOW DO YOU LIKE THE PORTRAITS, MISS BUNNY? THE
SITTERS ARE ALL OLD FRIENDS OF YOURS, I BELIEVE?"

_Miss Bunny_ (_triumphantly_). "YES; AND, ONLY THINK, I'VE ACTUALLY
MANAGED TO GUESS THEM ALL!"]

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ARBITRATION.

_Seal, suddenly emerging, loquitur_:--

Belay, you two lubbers, avast there! avast there!
What signifies squalling and squabbling?