"The Duke of DEVONSHIRE has arranged to return from Monte Carlo
on Saturday," so said the _Morning Post_, "in order to address a
political meeting at Glasgow on April 14th." His Grace having torn
himself away from delightful Monte Carlo, will then attempt to turn
the tables on the _Liberales Gladstonienses_. But fancy renouncing
sunny Mount Charles--"O Charley Mount is a pleasant place," as sang
_Miles na Coppaleen_, who was, by the way, miles away from Monte
Carlo--with its azure sky, its deep blue sea, its verdant green-cloth
table land, its delightful _promenades à pied_, and its frisky
_gambols à la roulette_, where the sunset and sunrise are _rouge_,
and _noir_ is only "on the cards." Fancy renouncing these gay southern
delights to live a laborious day in dry, hard, northern Glasgow!
"O swallow, swallow, flying, flying South," how would you like to be
checked in your holiday-making airy career in order to be brought back
to the cold and cruel North? Such a self-sacrifice as this is indeed
memorable.
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