One Joanne Guide introduces you to another Joanne Guide, or a history, you can't help yourself. The Joanne Guides are so united a family, that as soon as any member of it establishes itself on a friendly footing with you, your hand is always in your pocket while you are travelling on that _Guide Joanne's_ account. An insidious tribe: and they make themselves absolutely essential to the traveller's existence and comfort. * * * * * Each _Guide Joanne_ tells you about his own country all that is requisite for you to know, and just so much more as inspires you with a thirst for further information. Say for example you see an old Chateau. Let us say _Le Chateau de Jean_. You want to know everything about it. Good. You inquire of the Guide Joanne which professes to show you all over France, and which does it, mind you, in what would be an exhaustive style if it was not written with such an evident eye to the bookselling business. For example suppose you are looking for information about the well-known ancient Chateau de Jean, here is a specimen of what Joanne would say on the subject:-- "_Sur la rive g. (V. ci-dessous B.) restes d'un chateau, style ogival, (mon. hist.,) bati par le celebre Jean Bienconnu-aux-enfants (V. mon. hist, xe et xiie s.), beau portail, jolis details d'architecture (mon. hist.) et en particulier l'appartement dit de la Donzelle toute desespere (pour le visiter, s'addresser au gardien, pourboire), qui a conserve une grande partie de sa decoration originale et de sa peinture (mon. hist. xie). Le donjon renfermait une oubliette profonde nommee DU RAT DEVORANT, qui autrefois servait de grenier au malt (V. mon. hist.). Ascension des Obelisques sur la terrasse (splendide panorama) et belles promenades autour de la petite chapelle dite DU PRETRE CHAUVE. (V. vi. L'ITINERAIRE DU PAYS-DE-BONNES, GUIDE DIAMANT.)_" * * * * * AN END OF THE SUMMER. JUPITER PLUVIUS, Sluicer, full-spout, Downpour diluvious, Pumped on the Drought. Checked, aloud crying, The voice of the Swain; The rootcrops be dying, From long lack of rain! PLUVIUS poured away, While the wind blew; TONANS, he roared away, Hullaballoo, Kicking up, dweller In quarters on high, He, Cloud Compeller; The Czar of the sky. Clouds, in convulsion, Or calm, he keeps under; Rules, by compulsion: The reason of thunder. So did he lately Compel them to rise, Piled up in stately Array on the skies. Castles aerial, Splendid when falls, Sheen on etherial Vapoury halls, Battlements, bartizans, Phantoms of towers, Fenced round with partisans; Cloud-cauliflowers. Mountainous forms In the realms of felicity, By Jove, to move storms, Fraught with force--electricity, They serve to betoken What mortals may tell; The weather is broken: Summer, farewell! * * * * *