_Mr. Wagstaff._ Ah! I have lived many years in the bush.
_Mrs. Leo Hunter._ How interesting! I suppose you must have become
almost savage!
_Mr. W. Frequently_, when I couldn't get a 'bus or a cab.
_Mrs. L. H._ (_utterly astonished_). A 'bus or a cab! in the bush!!
_Mr. W._ (_pleasantly_). Ah, yes; I was talking of "Shepherd's Bush."
Good morning.
[_Exit chuckling._
[{asterism} _Note by the Bird in the Bush._--In future this
little jest of WAGGY'S will be impossible, as it is proposed
to re-name Shepherd's Bush, and call it Pastoral Park, or All-Askew
Park, or something of the sort.]
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"SORTES SHAKSPERIANÆ."--On the new Postmaster-General:--
"Friend post the Duke of NORFOLK."
_Richard the Third_, Act iv., Scene 4.
And we hope his Grace will be "Friend post," and benefit us all.
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A volume of Reminiscences by HENRY RUSSELL is promised.
Evidently this ought to be a "Cheery, Boys, Cheery" sort of book.