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WIGS ON THE (SEA) GREEN!--Some Frenchman (we are told by _The
Gentlewoman_) has done Ladies a good turn by inventing a Bathing
Wig, which keeps the hair dry without making the fair bather look "a
fright." Hooray! SABRINA herself might shout for such an invention,
which even the Nereids need not despise. DIZZY once sarcastically
referred to certain "Bathing W(h)igs," but they were of another sort.
Not even the most adventurous Tory could "steal the clothes" of our
latter day "Bathing Wigs."

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[Illustration: "FINE SALMON YOU'VE GOT THERE,
POULTER!"--"SIXTY-FIVE POUNDS, MY LORD! SHALL I SEND IT HOME TO YOUR
LORDSHIP?"--"WELL--ER--LOOK HERE! JUST CUT ME HALF A POUND OUT OF THE
MIDDLE THERE, AND GIVE IT ME IN A PIECE OF PAPER!"]

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THE TRAVELLING COMPANIONS.

NO. VII.

SCENE--_A Second-Class Compartment on the line between
Wurzburg and Nuremberg. PODBURY has been dull and depressed
all day, not having recovered from the parting with Miss
TROTTER. CULCHARD, on the contrary, is almost ostentatiously
cheerful. PODBURY is intensely anxious to find out how far
his spirits are genuine, but--partly from shyness, and partly