I have a lively recollection of an old grandaunt of mine, who used to dun every one she met for a shilling for the benefit of the souls of the natives of Southern Africa, and as I know that the shillings never went beyond ministering to the wants of this aged relative, warned by precocious experience, I have not allowed myself to be caught by the "ladies." A singular remonstrance has been received at the British Embassy.

In the Rue de Chaillot resides a celebrated English courtezan, called Cora Pearl, and above her house floats the English flag.

The inhabitants of the street request the "Ambassador of England, a country the purity and the decency of whose manners is well known," to cause this bit of bunting, which is a scandal in their eyes, to be hauled down.

I left Mr.
Wodehouse consulting the text writers upon international law, in order to discover a precedent for the case.

Colonel Claremont is doing his best to look after the interests of his fellow-countrymen.