Strange to say, only jest 2 days before my honered wisit to the wunderfool Bridge, I was arsked to take a jurney to Boolong, which I bleeves is in France, and back again in the same day! but I aint a werry good Sailer so I thort I had better decline it. So BROWN went in my place, and werry much he says he injoyed it, tho he didn't git home till eleven o Clock at night! I don't think as he's a werry good sailer, so, if he did enjoy it, the sea must have bin werry uncommon smooth, and both ways, too! He says it ways a butiful new wessell, and called the _Margerreet_, which, strange to say, was his Grandmother's name, which may acount for its treeting him so smoothly. Most of the Gents of the London Press on their wisit to the Big Bridge seemed to think most of the opening and shuttin of the enormers shutters as they opened and shut all of their own acord to let the big ships go thro, and werry wunderfool they suttenly was, but to my poor mind, ewery body as reelly wants to see the most butiful part of the hole show shoud have hisself took up in the lift to the walk along the top, which is only about 240 feet high, and then he can have such a grand view of our butiful river Tems as werry few has ewer had since it was fust made. One of the Press Gents, seeing me staring at it with wunder and admiration, came up to me and sed, "Why, Mr. ROBERT, you've most suttenly picked out the most lovely view of the lot. I don't know what enormus distance we can see, but if you looks just where I'm a pinting you will see the Kristel Pallis, and it don't look more than a mile or two away!" No more it did! And as for the crowds of ships as we coud see with our naked eyes, I schod have thort they was more than ewer entered the River in a month or two, and all round was the butiful hills and grand houses, and everythink looking chock full of bussel and prosperity, and all quite reddy to make use of the butiful Bridge as soon as ever it was opened! as it was by the nobel Prince of WALES on the following Satterday. ROBERT. * * * * * WHITHER AWAY? Must it be Margate? Shall it be Dover? How hit the target, Spend summer in clover? Why not to Filey Flit, or to Yarmouth? Will the Welsh rile me If I try Barmouth? South Coast's entrancing, East builds and braces; Blue waves are dancing At hundreds of places! Soon must I settle, Unless I'm a craven, And grasping the nettle Decide on a haven. Fine hills at Malvern; Harrogate haunts me; Lynmouth is all fern; What is it daunts me?