One gentleman is evidently partial to boxing--all his envelopes are pugilistically illustrated, whilst another individual's wrappers always bear a request--in big capitals--to carry his communication by a British vessel, and on no account by a foreign one. A minister, evidently just ordained, and residing in Jamaica, is depicted in the pulpit with his old college cap and boots in the distance, with the reminder to "Never forget old friends." One envelope strongly suggests that somebody has a weakness for anything but toast and water, for the gentleman is represented fast asleep, with a huge barrel of beer above him, and the tap still flowing freely into his opened mouth, which is waiting to receive it. [Illustration: FIG. 4.] [Illustration: FIG. 5.] The volumes devoted to humours nearer at home are brimming over with merriment, whilst not a few leaves contain somewhat serious impressions. Suggestions of holiday making form a prominent feature. Pretty and effective views of the sea and country lanes, picturesque valleys and mountains, are liberally displayed on the various envelopes. One lady is at Margate, attired in such masculine clothing, with binocular under her arm, that the artist has added a flowing beard to her face. There is a landlady presenting a bill, whilst the next is really a very original idea of the various stages of matrimony. On a number of boards resting on an easel, is one marked "1883," with a pair of lovers drifting down a stream in a boat, whilst "1884" finds the same pair in wedding garments. Other "years" are waiting for their events in the lives of the young people. [Illustration: FIG. 6.] Poetical addresses are as numerous as they are varied. Here are one or two examples. A postman read the following instructions:-- "Near Bristol City may patience lead thee; At Totterdown Row--postman, heed me-- Stands Gordon House, 'tis passing fair, And Mr. Brittain dwelleth there." [Illustration: FIG. 7.] Another envelope, bearing the Peckham post-mark, thus silently appeals:-- "To Exeter fair city, by Western Mail, Good postman, send me without fail; And when in Devonshire I arrive, Over Exe Bridge and through St. Thomas drive, Past the old turnpike, and up the hill Held sacred to Little John's [+] still, Just where the road begins to turn, You'll find Rose Cottage and Mrs. Hearn. Ask her if there's a fair young lass Come down from London her holidays to pass; To her please deliver without delay, For I'm postage paid, and so you need not stay." The poetry is not great, but it is suggestive.