I have in mind a little niche Beside my study window which Will just accommodate the switch. Henceforth abroad no more I'll roam, But turn it on at evening's gloam And yawn my time away at home. * * * * * OUR GO-AHEAD MUNICIPALITIES. "Visitors to ---- this summer need not fear want of recreation, for the Urban Council on Wednesday granted an application by Mr. ---- for leave to place an additional donkey on the beach."--_Provincial Paper._ * * * * * "Mr. Taylor, who had relieved Mr. Higgins, here had the misfortune to see Seymour badly hit over the right eye on attempting to hook one of his rising deliveries."--_Daily Paper._ SEYMOUR, we understand, sympathised warmly with Mr. TAYLOR over this piece of bad luck. * * * * * [Illustration: MANNERS AND MODES. DARBY AND JOAN (FOR THE PREVAILING EPIDEMIC SPARES NEITHER AGE NOR VIRTUE) FAIL TO FIND THE WINNER OF THE 2.30.] * * * * * [Illustration: AT WIMBLEDON. _Umpire._ "FORTY, THIRTY, SLASHER." _Diana_ (_fresh from Ascot_). "PUT ME THIRTY SHILLINGS ON."] * * * * * A DOG'S LIFE. The life of a public man is a dog's life. I don't know why a dog's life should be the type and summit of unpleasantness in lives; for myself I should have thought it was rather a good life; no clothes to buy and no shortage of smells; but there it is. The reason is perhaps that a dog spends most of his day just finding a really good smell and being diverted from it by something else, a loud whistle in front or a motor-bicycle or another smell. He rushes off then after the whistler or the motor-bicycle or the new smell, missing all kinds of good smells on the way and never getting the cream of the old one. And that is like the day of the public man.