(_By a British Tourist and Family Man_)
On Uri's lake, in Kuesnacht's dell,
What is the thought can almost quell
Thy patriot memory, oh TELL?
_Hotel!_
Whether by blue crevasse we reel,
Or list the avalanche's peal,
What question blends with all we feel?--
_Wie Viel?_
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[Illustration: LUSUS NATURAE
_Excursion Tourist._ "Most extr'or'nary cre'char!"
_Facetious Rustic._ "Ah! that a be, measter, bred on this 'ere wery
fa-arm he wor, tew!"]
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MORE ENGLISH AS SHE IS WROTE.--At an hotel at Socrabaja in Java is this
notice:--
"From the hours fixed for meals on no account will be deviated. For
damage to furniture the proprietor will avenge himself on the person
committing the same."
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"TIRED NATURE."--A yawning gulf.
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[Illustration: OUR BORES, NATIVE AND FOREIGN
"Ach! I schbeague Enklish not vell, not vell at all! Pot, py a leadle
bractice, I imbrove ver kvick! Vait till I haf talk to you for a gopple
of hours, and you shall see!"]
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[Illustration: A SCENE AT THE "LUCULLUS"
_Mrs. Blunderby._ "Now, my dear Monty, let me order the luncheon
ar-la-fraingsy. Gassong! I wish to begin--as we always do in Paris, my
dears--with some _chef-d'oeuvres_--you understand--some
_chef-d'oeuvres_."
[_Emile, the waiter, is in despair. It occurs to him, however,
presently that the lady probably meant "Hors d'oeuvres,"
and acts accordingly._
]
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