Yet some Frenchmen live to tell they are feeling pretty well;
From dozing _Concierge_ at home to marching _Garde Mobile_,
You might safely bet your boots that, with loud derisive hoots,
They'd scout the thought of poison in their _papier pur fil_.

Then how foolish to conclude that, because they hurt the dude,
Smoking all day in the country, half the night as well _en ville_,
After dinner Cigarettes, two or three, mean paying debts
Of nature, or mean going mad, from _papier pur fil_!

* * * * *

VANS DE LUXE.

SIR,--I am going to start a Caravan! It's all the go now, and nothing
like it for fresh air and seeing out-of-the-way country places. What's
the good of _Hamlet_ with all the hamlets left out, eh? We shall sleep
in bunks, and have six horses to pull us up any _Bunker's Hill_ we may
come to. I intend doing the thing in style, like the Duke of NEWCASTLE
and Dr. GORDON STABLES, No gipsying for yours truly! I've been
calculating how many people I shall want, and I don't think I can get
on comfortably without all the following (they'll be _my_ following,
d'ye see?):--

1. Head Driver; 2. Understudy for Driver; 3. Butler; 4. Footman; 5.
Veterinary Surgeon; 6. Carpenter (if wheel comes off, &c.); 7. Handy
working Orator (to explain to people that we're not a _Political_
Van); 8. Electrician (in case horses go lame, and we have to use
electricity); 9, 10, 11. Female Servants.