Bailie WRIGHT, in supporting the motion, said that if he had the power he would make every man in that meeting a peer, so that they should go to the Lords and resolve upon their abolition. Prodigious! But how is the Bailie going to proceed? Bring in a "Bill of Wright's" when he has got his new nobility ensconced in the Gilded Chamber? And suppose the Bailie's peers decline to commit suicide? AIR--"_Waly, Waly._" O, Bailie, Bailie, your peers be bonnie A little time while they are new! But when they're auld, they'll wax _most_ cauld, And vote in a way to astonish _you!_ * * * * * DELIGHTFUL DISCOVERIE. (_A Dialogue at the Service of the "I. G. C."_) _Visitor._ As I am a stranger in London, can you please tell me how to get to Holly Lodge? _Native._ Make for Holloway, and you will get into its neighbourhood. _Visitor._ Thanks, very much; and where is the Institute of the Painters in Water Colours? _Native._ Why, in Piccadilly, of course; next door to St. James's Church. _Visitor._ I am infinitely obliged to you; and now perhaps you will direct me to Carlton House Terrace, Kew Gardens, Greenwich, and the Docks? _Native._ First, behind the Athenæum; and the others you can get to by train after consulting Bradshaw. But why this thirst for geographical knowledge? _Visitor._ Because I am a member of the International Geographical Congress. _Native._ Indeed! And what are you going to do at these places? _Visitor._ I am going to be "entertained." In fact, my duty will be to see and be seen. _Native._ And how about geographical research? _Visitor._ That will be satisfied to a considerable extent by a hunt for sandwiches, and a quest for strawberries and cream! * * * * * [Illustration: OFF! _Mature Damsel_ (_as they pass the Conservatory_). "DEAR ME! WHAT A DELICIOUS SMELL OF"--(_archly_)--"ORANGE-BLOSSOMS!" _Little Mr. Tipkins_ (_alarmed_). "OH, NO--REALLY--I ASSURE YOU, NOTHING OF THE SORT!" [_Bolts._] * * * * * THE AGE OF CULTURE. ["It is a good omen for the future of agriculture that the upper classes are beginning to take a practical interest in it."--_A Morning Paper._] _Extracts from the "World," June, 1900._ Despite the unfavourable weather, Lady TIPTON'S garden-party on Wednesday was a great success. Strawberry-picking was the principal amusement, and some well-known performers were present. Miss DE MURE, as usual, beat all her rivals, but the Bishop of PULBOROUGH was only half-a-basket behind. Like most of her friends, Lady TIPTON has now converted all her croquet and tennis lawns into fruit-beds. * * * * *