IN THE BUNGALOW. 



Some years ago, whilst still a careless 

 unhappy bachelor I had the great privi- 

 lege of being taken into a lady's godown. 

 It was impressed upon me that as I was 

 apparently endowed above the average 

 man with some notions of domesticality 

 and of what domestic bliss might be, 

 this crowning favour was shown to me. 

 I hastened to appear suitably conscious 

 of the great honour ! 



The serried rows of tins, bottles and 

 bags which apparently filled the over- 

 stocked shelves to repletion, backed by 

 stacks of soap, brushes, dusters, et hoc 

 genus omne of the order miscellane, did 

 not arouse great enthusiasm in my mind, 

 though I remember vaguely wondering 

 where it all went to ! I have since learnt ! ! 



My curiosity was, however, soon 

 aroused by the various forms of insect life 

 which apparently made this room of the 

 house peculiarly their head-quarters. 



Cockroaches stole away in stealth as 

 if apologizing for their only too evident 

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