DEED OF GIFT.--Upon my eldest son's marriage I wish to make him a really handsome money present. My idea is to hand over to him £100, on condition that he repays me ten per cent, as long as I live, my age now being forty-five. Then as to security. Had I better get a Bill of Sale on the furniture, which he has just had given him by his wife's father for their new house, or how can I most effectually bind him?--GENEROUS PARENT. HOLIDAY TRIP.--Would one of your readers inform me of a locality where I can take my next summer's holiday of a month, for £3 10_s._, fare included? It must be near the sea and high mountains, with a genial though bracing climate. Good boating and bathing. Strictly honest lodging-house keepers and romantic surroundings indispensable.--EASY TO PLEASE. * * * * * COMING DRESS. (_Sweet Seventeen to the would-be Sumptuary Reformers at the Kensington Town Hall._) Vainly on Fashion you make war, With querulous Book, and quaint Bazaar, Good Ladies of the Higher Light! A Turkish Tea-gown, loose or tight, Won't win us to the Rational Cult; Japanese skirts do but insult Our elder instincts, to which _Reason_ Is nothing more nor less than treason. Your "muddy weather costume" moves us No more than satire, which reproves us _Ad nauseam_, and for whose rebuff We never care one pinch of snuff. No, Ladies HARBERTON and COFFIN. Your pleading, like the critics' "scoffin" Touches us not; have we not smiled, Mocking, at Mrs. OSCAR WILDE? And shall we welcome with delight Queer robes that make a girl "a fright?" Pooh-pooh! We're simply imperturbable, The Reign of Fashion's undisturbable. The "Coming Dress?"--that's all sheer humming, We only care for Dress _be_-Coming! * * * * * MODERN TYPES. (_By Mr. Punch's Own Type Writer._) No. XXV.--THE ADULATED CLERGYMAN.