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Ward, " It cannot was." The voice of the horses this time, we hear 

 them complain " we've got no work to do-oo-oo," but we cannot help 

 them till the rain stops. The inaction falls hard on Chowpy, for how 

 is he to keep supple for summersaults, Countess, Chukerbeere, Duchess, 

 The Man, Abbess, The Squire, etc., having no special aims will rest 

 happy in a dry stable — until the time comes. Jute Butts will have to 

 get screwed up tight enough, lo carry the house top as well as the 

 " sparrow" upon it. Mephi must be content to toast his toes in the 

 lower regions, and conjure up visions in the flames like an old Char 

 woman, whilst the Darling-ette can do as darlings do, seek for petting, 

 and she will find it. In the stable of the Sunder, however, there is 

 inconsolable woe and tribulation, for the state of affairs has broken the 

 heart of the Gadha. He is no more. Alas ! poor Gadha, Son of 

 Asinine perfection. 



He was a moke ; take him for all in all, 

 We shall not look upon his like again. 



To pass from the stable to the boudoir — where, under these cloudy 

 circumstances, are we to find new pastures of pleasure for Phyllis and 

 Corydon ? Not out-doors, so we have temporarily consigned to the 

 cupboard our tennis-bats, racquets and polo-sticks, and hung them on 

 the hooks that are therein. It can only be in-doors, and we at once 

 pronounce " a ball'' which is no longer whispered, but a loud absorbing 

 topic of conversation — in fact. 



Dance, or not to dance, is now the question, and I would ask — 

 If for the mind it is not bad to suffer 

 The slings and arrows of prolonged suspense. 

 Let's take then by the horn the Saltant bull, 

 And fix the night ek duin. The consummation's 

 Most devoutly wished. When fixed, all's nigh done. 

 Tha Bajid? perchance ! The floor ! Ay there's the rub. 



Ay, of course there is, but Roche will rub it — as before, until it is 

 as smooth as a skating rmk. A Ball Secretary would not, perhaps 

 agree that all is done when the day is fixed, but nevertheless for a good 

 dance they usually will many " fardels " bear. The longest day having 

 passed unobserved and June being at its last gasp : July must be the 

 month, and the Dog Days remain for commemorative feast. All will 

 laugh to see the sport when the dogs begin to dance, which will be 

 delightful, for at present none of us can raise even a smirk. It will be 

 necessary it should rain all day to cool the air, but it must be fine at 

 night for the sake of the patient carriage horse. The Secretary would, 

 however, of course, see to these things. 



