I sent this to every elector, high or low, rich or poor. I hardly imagined that the Squire would want coal, but he was a constituent of mine, and he had his ticket. What has been the result of my generosity? This. Whilst almost every coal-ticket has been used, I am denounced right and left in unmeasured terms as an unscrupulous briber. Miss PHILL BURTT (who, as might be expected, has been most kind and sympathetic about the whole thing), tells me that even the Squire said it was a very ingenious way of wishing myself Many Happy Returns to the Parish Council. A poor joke, I think, but an undeniably excellent sneer. BLACK BOB is, as might be expected, much more plain and direct in his denunciation. He says, that if I stand for re-election--in April, 1896!--this ought to be enough to unseat me. A pleasant prospect. I can do nothing. My boats, like my coal, are burnt. What happened at the Parish Council meeting last night I must leave--till my next. * * * * * [Illustration: SYMPATHY WANTED-- For the Man whose Collar comes undone every time he tries to do up his Tie.] * * * * * End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Punch, or the London Charivari, January 12th, 1895, by Various