ransacked for ices, the Government Stationery Office at home will yield an almost inexhaustible supply of wafers. The guests, led by a choir arrayed in twenty-four sheets, also supplied by the Stationery Office, will sing a delightful compound of the drinking chorus in _Through the Looking-Glass_, and "_The Bonnets of Bonny Dundee_," which will go as follows, all (who can) standing:-- Let's fill up our glasses with treacle and ink, And anything else that is pleasant to drink, And hook the best port and let us gay free, And hurrah for STAATS FORBES and the L. C. & D.! We can only give these few hints, as of course, this is but a small portion of the _menu_, a mere pennyworth to any amount of ransacking. VIVAT LUCULLUS! * * * * * [Illustration: THANK GOODNESS!!! HUNGRY HOME-RULER. "WAITER! I WANT SOME MORE OF THAT 'IRISH STEW A LA PARNELL COMMISSION.'" HEAD WAITER. "'PARNELL COMMISSION,' SIR? _HOFF, SIR!_"] * * * * * A COLONIAL FRIEND PAYS ME A VISIT. [Illustration: His Hunting Costume is rather startling.] [Illustration: His Method of Amusing himself in Covert was unusual.] [Illustration: His style of Riding was a trifle reckless.] [Illustration: And when he compelled some Bullocks to join in the chase, it was hardly the thing.] [Illustration: But all this wouldn't have mattered so much, if he hadn't galloped through the Hounds--] [Illustration: And murdered the Fox with his infernal Whip!] * * * * * "LE KICKE-BALL" IN FRANCE. (_A Vindication._)