for short--wrote to the _Times_ complaining that the result of
the splendid weather for the first ten days of the month was the
reproduction of "summer effluvium rank and offensive" in Piccadilly.
Poor Piccadilly! Oh, its "offence is rank," and Miss DORA might add,
quoting to her father from another scene in _Hamlet_, "And smells so.
Pa'!" West-Enders, in a dry summer, must he prepared to have "a high
old time of it."

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[Illustration: SANCTA SIMPLICITAS.

_Orthodox Old Maid._ "BUT, REBECCA, IS YOUR PLACE OF WORSHIP
CONSECRATED?"

_Domestic_ (_lately received into the Plymouth Brotherhood_). "OH NO,
MISS--IT'S GALVANISED IRON!"]

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MY SOAP.

[Illustration]

I'm the maker of a Soap, which I confidently hope
In the advertising tournament will win,
And remain the fit survival, having vanquished every rival
Which is very detrimental to the skin.

I will now proceed to show, what the public ought to know,