Next day even worse. Fog greyer, and rain with it. Mud everywhere. Notice a practical German tourist with three umbrellas strapped on his knapsack. Wise man! He knows this climate, and also the advantage of a change of clothes, or of umbrellas. So useful to have a morning umbrella, an afternoon umbrella, and a sort of evening-dress umbrella to bring down to the _table d'hôte_. When tired of gazing at the mist, I read a three days old _Times_, preserved in the reading-room. Hullo! what is that sound? A piano-organ! Heavens! To think that I should have travelled hundreds of miles from London to hear the grinding of an organ while I read the _Times_ in a fog! Why, in Kensington Gardens I could have done as much. A FIRST IMPRESSIONIST. * * * * * [Transcriber's Note: Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation are as in the original.] End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Punch, Or the London Charivari, Volume 107, October 27th, 1894, by Various