cat there was a kit, and to each wife a kit too, it is to be hoped,
in the shape otherwise of a _trousseau_, and of many other pleasant
restful places and refreshing jaunts he tells delightfully. "But of
all the pleasant places in which his lines have fallen, commend me,"
quoth the Baron,--"and the lines he has written will send many to
these pleasant places--(But O the Trippers!)--of all these give me the
_Flower Farm at Holy Vale_ and the _Valley of Ferns_." If the reader
cannot go to all the sweet resorts herein mentioned, let him be
induced by the first article to visit _Holy Vale_, and he will find
CLEMENT SCOTT an admirable guide for "the Scilly Season." Of course
our NOT-YET-DUN-SCOTUS hath visited the Cyril-Flower-Farm on the
Norfolk Coast. Advice: Stand not on the money-order of your going, but
go at once, and stop there. As to money, remember your Uncle dwells in
Poppy Land, quoth their true friend,

THE TRAVELLED BARON DE BOOK-WORMS.

P.S.--A youthful shootist bought the Poppyland book because he thought
that it would tell him all about where to go popping. Also a bashful
suitor was misled by the title, hoping that in Poppy Land he would
learn how to "Pop--the question." The Learned Author has not said one
word about the "weasels that go pop," which, of course, are natives of
Poppy Land.

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"THE RIFT WITHIN THE LUTE."

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