_Fourth Extract_.--This is really too bad! A perambulating Circus
has pitched its tent on the Village Green! When I say tent, I make a
mistake; it is a beastly ugly iron thing, that looks simply hideous,
and from the durable stoutness of its construction, it evidently is
going to be a fixture for some time. My tenants support the Circus
people, and my Agent tells me, that if I interfere, my life will be
made a burden to me. It appears my tenants are "a very unruly lot when
they are irritated." Pleasant!

_Fifth Extract_.--The Circus won't go. And now I find I can't get any
of my rents. My agent tells me, that my tenants never would settle
with their last landlord. Besides, they expect me to pay for the
damage done to their dwellings by the floods. They say it was my
fault, because I would put up a bank and plantation in my back garden.
Only light in the general gloom is, the prospect my Agent holds out
to me of getting rid of the property for me to another lover of the
picturesque. Scarcely fair; but after all, or rather before all, must
take care of Number One.

_Last Extract_.--Hurray! Sold my estate to another fellow. However, on
looking over my accounts, I fancy I should have found it cheaper if,
in the first instance, I had bought a chromo lithograph!

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EPITAPH.--An Alpining Traveller sends us, on the "Bär" Hotel lately
destroyed at Grindelwald, the following adapted and reversified
quotation:--

"Good-bye to the Bär--