Did you ever see a more jolly-looking man than Professor Schnurr, who was locked up in Spielberg, and got out up a chimney, and through a window?
Had he waited a few months there are very few windows he could have passed through.

That splendid man in the red fez is Kurbash Pasha--another renegade, I deeply lament to say--a hairdresser from Marseilles, by name Monsieur Ferehaud, who passed into Egypt, and laid aside the tongs for a turban.

He is talking with Mr.Palmer, one of our most delightful young poets, and with Desmond O'Tara, son of the late revered Bishop of Ballinafad, who has lately quitted ours for the errors of the Church of Rome.

Let me whisper to you that your kinswoman is rather a searcher after what we call here notabilities.

I heard talk of one I knew in better days--of one who was the comrade of my youth, and the delight of Oxford--poor Pidge of Brasenose, who got the Newdigate in my third year, and who, under his present name of Father Bartolo, was to have been here in his capuchin dress, with a beard and bare feet; but I presume he could not get permission from his Superior.