Well, the Bulgar boy persisting still in making his own game, The Bear assumes a sternness it is difficult to blame, From the Bruin point of view, at least, for strength must be put forth Now and then, e'en by a (so-called) Divine Figure from the North. And so Bruin rears his carcase, and his sanctimonious "mug," Takes a menacing expression, "Come," he cries, "into my hug, And be happy, naughty Bulgar boy; what _can_ you have to fear?" And the rest of the Menagerie of Europe say, "Hear! hear!" But like another "little boy," of whom you may have heard, With a cabalistic action as discourteous as absurd, (The Bulgar boy maintains it means no more than prudent doubt) He "puts his thumb unto his nose, and spreads his fingers out." Now whether Bear will bear it, after all his love and care, Or whether that small Bulgar boy will cave in to the Bear, And how those Birds, the Eagles and the Bubblyjock, will turn, Are questions none can answer now; but he who lives will learn. * * * * * Illustration: COSTUMES FOR THE RECESS. * * * * * (NOT SO) BAD HOMBURG. TRAVEL NOTES, FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P. _Homburg, Monday._--GEORGE TREVELYAN once told me that his eminent Uncle, having gone all abroad to Dieppe, wrote to his sister, describing voyage from Dover by five groans. Our journey from Dover to Calais might be described by five smiles. Sea not absolutely calm; but dancing waves, curling in sunlight, nothing to _Victoria_--not our Gracious Sovereign, but Queen of L. C. & D.'s fleet. Made passage smoothly and swiftly in little over hour. Railway journey hither, by Brussels and Coblenz, pretty fair for _le Continong_, but not a patch on the L. C. D. Express from Victoria Station to Dover. They manage some things better abroad; certainly not express trains or express boats.