How some of the other dampened enthusiasts tided over their loss I can only guess; but this ardent one reminded me of the Shipwrecked Entomologist, and I placed him on a niche somewhere near that radiant soul. And who was he? Well, he was the curator of his own department in some Indian museum--I think at Calcutta--and when the time came for his holiday he took a passage for Japan on a little tramp steamer. Everything went well until a few hours out of Shanghai, when a typhoon began to blow with terrific force. The ship was driven on the coast of Korea, where she set about breaking up, and only with the greatest difficulty did the passengers and crew get to shore, bruised and saturated, without anything but their clothes and what their pockets could hold. Some lives were lost, but my man was saved. It was a desolate part, with nothing but the poorest huts for shelter, dirty and verminous, so that the discomforts of the land were almost equal to the perils of the sea. Naturally, on his return to Calcutta the curator was plied with questions. How did be feel about it? Wasn't it an awful experience? If ever a man deserved sympathy it was he. And so forth. But he wouldn't rise. "Sympathy?" he said. "Good Heavens! I don't want sympathy. Why, I had the time of my life. Do you know that during the night in that Korean hovel I found five absolutely new kinds of bug." E.V.L. * * * * * "Notice to the public, that John ----, Toronto, will not be responsible for debts hereafter contracted by any one."--_Canadian Paper._ Very sensible of him. * * * * * [Illustration: SUBJECT TO REVISION. BRITISH HOUSEWIFE. "DO YOU REALLY MEAN IT?" MINER. "WELL, PART OF IT, ANYWAY."] * * * * * [Illustration: _Captain_ (_to very unsuccessful lob bowler_). "OI BE SORRY TO 'AVE TO TAKE 'EE OFF, GARGE, BUT I MUST LET THE VICAR 'AVE A GO BEFORE THE BALL GETS EGG-SHAPED."] * * * * * SANTAMINGOES. A FANCY. [The santamingo is a kind of Oriental bird believed by foolish sailor- men to confer on its possessor great content and peace of mind.] East from the Mahanadi and north of the Nicobar You will come to Evening Island where the santamingoes are; Their wings are sunrise-orange and their tails are starlight-blue; You catch a santamingo and all your dreams come true. They've a crest of flaming scarlet and a purple-golden breast, And their voice is like all the music that ever you liked the best, And their eyes are like all the comfort that ever you hoped to find; You catch a santamingo and you'll get peace of mind. You won't find buried treasures, you won't get sudden luck, But things'll just go smoothly that used to get somehow stuck-- The little things that matter, the trumpery things that please, You catch your santamingo and you're always sure of these.