Hewetson in his simple-minded way also wanted the company to be called the Holiday-makers' Enjoyment League, or the Society of Art-Dodgers, or some such name. He even thought the houses should be painted in bright attractive colours. I pointed out to him that they should be uninviting and dull in appearance, and that a uniform sobriety, a suggestion of yearning and uplift, in every feature of the company's appeal would not only allow thousands of hypocrites, like Angela, to seek relief at our doors, but would actually confer on people like Hewetson and me a stamp of that same intellectual passion from whose manifestations we are engaged in escaping. * * * * * "SWANSEA AND DISTRICT RUGBY LEAGUE. CUP FINALS. Admission: 1s.; Grand Stand, 1s. extra. (Including Tax). All Seats Free. No Collection. Please bring your Bible for reference." _Welsh Paper._ The Welsh may not, like the English, take their pleasures sadly, but are evidently expected to take them seriously. * * * * * "PARTNERSHIP.--Ex-Regular officer, owing hotel at fashionable spa, desires to meet lady or gentleman, with capital."--_Daily Paper._ Before replying we should like to know the amount of the bill he owes. * * * * * From a short story:-- "Unconscious of the waiter at her elbow with pad and pencil poised for her order, unconscious also of her husband, now her happy tete-a-tete, she spoke aloud: 'One never knows!'"--_Monthly Magazine._ How they must have enjoyed their cosy _vis-a-vis_. * * * * * BIRD CALLS. II. I would not be the tomtit's mate, For, even if I were not late, It seems as though he'd gird at me, Saying, "Quick, quick," eternally. The chaffinch you would never think Was much addicted to strong drink, Yet all the Spring you'll hear him say, "Oh, There's cheaper beer in County Mayo." The jay, whatever he is after, Makes the woods ring with ribald laughter; "Hee, hee, ha, ha," he says, and then "Ha, ha, hee, hee, ha, ha," again. The plover over fields brown red Weeps for her children who are dead; Still day and night she cries to you, "_Mes pauvres petits! La grande charrue!_" So silently the screech-owl flies You sometimes scarce believe your eyes, Until you start to hear him shout To timid mice, "Come _out_! Come _out_!" Are baby martins in the nest With extra-loving parents blest? That they should murmur sleepily, "Oh cuddle me, oh cuddle me." When first the chiff-chaff comes your way You're glad, it means Spring's come to stay; But soon you wish he'd change his song With his "Chiff-chaff, chiff-chaff" all day long.