It grieves me to be compelled to quit Ilfracombe just as the real sport is beginning. I do not allude to the North Devon Stag Hounds, but to the arrival of September wasps, and very fine autumn gnats. This morning had a glorious run over tables and chairs, killing the wily wasp in the open, that is, on the window pane, with a slipper. Luckily "_pane forte et dure_." or there would have been smashery. Cut off his sting, if possible, with purpose of presenting it to youngest lady of party. Killed a second, but less wily wasp. Ran him to earth in jam pot. A third, which entered by the door, after a rapid burst through the hall, showed some fine sport, and after getting away in the open (window), went to ground somewhere in the rose bushes, when the pursuers, armed with napkins, slippers, and paper-knives, gave up the pursuit, and returned to breakfast. Later in the day killed a splendid gnat with very big head and large wings. Quite a pantomime gnat. Send him: as specimen to Sir AUGUSTUS DRURIOLANUS. Useful as model for "property gnat" at Christmas. Or, nailed him to wall, as warning to other gnats. * * * * * _Final Note._:--Ilfracombe ought simply to be perfect. Spare friendly criticism, and you help to spoil the place. But I say to the I. I. C., in all friendliness, addressing them in French, "knowing the language," like _Jeames, "Messieurs, j'ai raison, moi; vous,--vous avez Torrs_." And now, I am off to Cromer. * * * * * "ITERUM CRISPINUS!"--Bravo SIMS REEVES! SIMMUM to the front again, the evening shirt-front, inviting MAUD for a stroll with him in the garden, as fresh as ever! Glad to hear that in addition to "_Tom Bowling_," and out of compliment to the modern _furore_ for cricket, SIMMUM is going to produce, from his chest, a new song entitled "_Will Batting_," which is to be dedicated to "W. G." But SIMMUM, our prime tenor, will make it a duet, and sing it with Grace. Trust soon to hear that SIMMUM will give us "_The Lost Ball_," as a companion to the "_The Lost Chord_." * * * * * CABBY; OR, REMINISCENCES OF THE RANK AND THE ROAD. (_By "Hansom Jack."_) No. V.--"GOING DOWN"--THE RACES--UPS AND DOWNS. "_Going down?_" Not this year. Bin laid up with the Flu, like my betters, and still feel a little bit squiffy, But when I _am_ fit and 'ave just arf a charnce of a run down to Epsom, I'm on in a jiffy. Lor! 'ow many times 'ave I druv to the Derby, in all sorts o' cumpny, 'igh, low, and jest mejum; And seen some queer games, too! Well, say wot yer like, it's a 'oliday bust, and it breaks the year's tejum.