EAST NORFOLK ELECTION.--When women are stoned by cowardly ruffians, of any party, or, more probably, of no party, it is not a time for jokes. But _Mr. Punch_ wishes he had been there, with a few of his young men and a few revolvers, and then some persons more deserving to be hit might have been hit, and with something sharper than stones. In East Norfolk, during the excitement of an election, it is evidently almost as necessary to carry firearms for self-defence as in any quite uncivilised and savage country--such as Bulgaria, under the government of the brave FERDINAND. * * * * * METEOROLOGICAL MISGIVINGS. _Saturday._--How warm it is! Shall go for my holiday somewhere on the sea. A month's cruise on the coast of Norway, perhaps. _Sunday._--What a tremendous gale! Imagine a month of this on the sea. Shall go inland, quite in the country--say to a cottage on Dartmoor. _Monday._--What a dull day! Couldn't stand the country in this gloom. Try Paris. _Tuesday._--A glorious day. Very hot and sunny in Paris now. Shall go to the Lakes. _Wednesday._--Steady rain. Don't like the idea of the Lakes. Always damp and depressing. In this sort of weather better be at Scarborough or Brighton. _Thursday._--Drizzle and mist. No doubt sea fog on coast. Hate sea fog. Better go to a dry place abroad. How about North Italy? _Friday._--What beastly dust everywhere! No good going to a dry, sunny climate. Try Cornwall. _Saturday._--Damp, close day. Couldn't stand much of this. Too enervating. Shall go to the Alps--anywhere up high in the mountain air. _Sunday._--Chilly for the time of year. Probably snowing on the Alps. Very dismal, cowering over a stove in a Swiss inn. What a difficulty this holiday is! Good idea! Will postpone it till the settled weather in the winter. * * * * * NEW ADAPTATION OF ANCIENT CHAFF TO THE DEFEATED CANDIDATES.--"Does your mother know you're 'Out'?" [N.B.--What view "mother" will take of it depends on "mother's" politics.] * * * * * [Illustration: AFTER THE BATTLE. THE MEETING OF WELLINGTON-S-L-SB-RY AND BLUCHER-CH-MB-RL-N.] * * * * * [Illustration: _Workman_ (_politely, to old Lady, who has accidentally got into a Smoking Compartment_). "YOU DON'T OBJECT TO MY PIPE, I 'OPE, MUM?" _Old Lady._ "YES, I _DO_ OBJECT, VERY STRONGLY!" _Workman._ "OH! THEN OUT YOU GET!!"] * * * * * TO JULIA, KNIGHT-ERRANT. ["After the noble lord's dinner-party, at which the ladies appeared in their cycling costumes, consisting of ..., the company set off at half-past ten on their bikes for the region between St Paul's and the Tower, where at that hour, except an occasional policeman, hardly a soul is to be seen. Their example is now being generally imitated." _People of To-Day_.]