As it seemed the less expensive method, No. 2 shopped for the lemons, bringing in a dozen at a time, and squeezing them with his fingers into a water-bottle glass. The sugar was purloined from the _salle-à-manger_ (as we wish this narrative of ours to be a strictly truthful one, we resolutely admit our guilt, but hope the Italian Government will not be too hard on us), for we preferred the charge of one halfpenny per “squash,” instead of one franc, the probable price of one bought at the hotel. If any one of our readers has had a brother to supply incessantly with “lemon squash” for two days and one night, without the use of a proper lemon-squeezer, she will appreciate the sad intelligence that No. 2’s finger joints are now less supple and powerful than before this Italian tour. _La femme de chambre_ was, as most young women are to forlorn and helpless bachelors, tender and kind. In fact, at the end of two days she quietly suggested that a lemon squash was the worst drink for the poor patient, and actually the dear thing made for him some oatmeal, bringing into the room a sieve, a basin, some warm water, and a screw of paper containing oatmeal. Then (_à la_ Useful Hints in the G. O. P.) the recipe was as follows:—A little oatmeal in the strainer, hold over the empty basin, and with the warm water (by this time very lukewarm), percolate through the sieve, and behold a dish of Scotch oatmeal! That preparation did not seem to improve the condition of the poor patient. “Oh, that we had some English lady with us,” cried No. 2. “Never no more,” groaned No. 1, with his face to the wall, though whether this depressing remark had a reference to the oatmeal, the gentler sex, or the “holiday” (save the mark!), No. 2 has not yet been able to determine. (_To be continued._) ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. [Illustration] MISCELLANEOUS. GUINEVERE must take her money to the nearest post-office, and say she wishes to have a book and become a depositor. There is no difficulty about so doing. EMMY.—“They also serve,” etc., is from Milton’s poem on his blindness. The 7th April, 1868, was a Tuesday. ENID.—Ithuriel, the angel sent by Gabriel to find Satan. He finds him squatting like a toad beside Eve, as she lies asleep, and brings him to Gabriel. Ithuriel is armed with a spear, which by its touch discovered falsehood at once. You will find all this in Milton’s “Paradise Lost,” which you ought to have read. LILITH A.—“In Memoriam” was written in memory of Tennyson’s friend, Arthur Henry Hallam, who died in 1833. GRACE.—The beer made with the ginger-beer plant is quite wholesome, we believe. VIRAGO.—“A young lady, who is nine years old and two months over,” is certainly not old enough to choose her books, nor must she think just yet of being guided by her own judgment in any way, except in obeying others older than herself, and should be punished if she do not.