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KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 



having lived so long in this sharp part of the 

 country, ought he not to have known better than 

 to have allowed himself to be stolen? — William 

 Smith, Manchester. 



[Be merciful, my dear Sir. Consider his age ! 

 Perhaps his memory was at fault. As we get 

 older, we do not always get wiser. Certes, this 

 is a most remarkable animal. He deserves to be 

 well taken care of, for the rest of his days.] 



Horrible Death caused by the Bite of a Reptile. 

 — One of the keepers, at the Zoological Gardens, 

 has just lost his life, by foolishly playing with 

 an Indian Cobra di Capello. It seems, he was 

 possessed of a remedy or cure ; but that he ne- 

 glected to use it ! Was this through fright, Mr. 

 Editor, or superstition? — W. C. Q., Camden 

 Town. 



[Through fright, doubtless.] 



TEE GREEN- SILK BONNET. 



BY " MOTLEY." 



"Mary," said Mrs. Lennox to her sou- 

 brette, "why has not Madame Crepon sent 

 home my bonnet?" 



" Don't know, I'm sure, Ma'am, I called 

 there this morning, and Miss Smith promised 

 it should be here by one or two at the latest." 



"Very provoking," murmured the disap- 

 pointed lady, commencing a fragment of La 

 Sonnambula, after Persian! ; " you needn't 

 wait, Mary. Really," continued she, pirou- 

 etting before the glass, " I am not so bad 

 looking ; no wonder Charles is so fond of 

 me ! Well, he is a darling man, and I do 

 love him. But it is very annoying, when I 

 wished to surprise him. There is a ring, 

 perhaps it is — no, it's my husband. Dear 

 fellow !" 



The countenance of Mr. Charles Lennox, 

 as he wiped his shoes leisurely at the foot of 

 the stair-case, and afterwards ascended slowly 

 to the first floor, wore an expression of dis- 

 content, which by no means denoted " tran- 

 quillity within." Even the certainty that he 

 should speedily behold her, the idol of his 

 heart, after a trial of two hours' absence, did 

 not appear in any way to soothe him ; on the 

 contrary, his brow assumed a blacker frown 

 than before, as he entered the drawing-room. 



" My dear Charles," said Mrs. Lennox, ob- 

 serving with alarm the obscurity which dim- 

 med the " fair face " of him she loved, " what 

 is the matter?" 



" Nothing, Emily — a slight head-ache. 

 Don't agitate yourself, I beg. 'Tis better 

 now." 



" You were not ill this morning, love," re- 

 joined the anxious wife. "I'm afraid you 

 have walked too far. Let me be your doctor. 

 Yes," added she playfully, " I will prescribe 

 for you." 



"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," 



muttered Mr. Lennox, striding to the window, 

 and gazing intently at an old clothesman, who 

 was perambulating on the opposite side of 

 the way, " if I hadn't seen it, I couldn't have 

 believed it ; but I'd swear to that bonnet." 



" Come, sit down, Charles, and see what 

 a little quiet will do. Don't walk about so, 

 it'll make you worse. What ! going out 

 again ? You never used to leave me alone so." 



" Don't hinder me, Madam, Emily — I have 

 business abroad. I shall be back to dinner, 

 I dare say." 



This was said with a firm, yet nonchalant 

 air, and Mr. Lennox, without waiting for an 

 answer, left the room, and descending the 

 stairs, at a railroad pace, walked up one 

 street and down another in a state of any- 

 thing but pleasurable excitement. 



»«*.%'$ 



We must now transport our readers to the 

 dressing-room of Captain Arthur Lacy, lo- 

 cated, " for the time being," in a handsome 

 suite of apartments in Jermyn Street. It is 

 now nearly three o'clock, and the gallant 

 Captain, having just terminated a slight re- 

 fection of chocolate and a Naples biscuit, was 

 engaged in scrutinising the make of a new 

 pair of boots. A hasty ring at the street- 

 door attracted his attention. 



" Gro down, Tom, do you hear ?" said he 

 to the servant, who was anxiously awaiting 

 the sentence about to be pronounced respect- 

 ing the newly -built " trotter -cases." " Never 

 mind the boots, answer the bell. Who can 

 it be ? " soliloquised the Captain, when the 

 door had closed on the retreating figure of 

 the domestic, " duns never ring in that im- 

 patient way; haven't an idea, positively." 



Again the door opened, and Mr. Charles 

 Lennox appeared, having made good use of 

 his legs during the last half-hour, as his 

 red face and difficulty of respiration suf- 

 ficiently testified. " Bless me, Lennox, what 

 is the matter ?" inquired Lacy. " Get out, 

 you scoundrel," added he, despatching a 

 boot-jack after the inquisitive Tom, whose 

 desire for improvement and edification had 

 induced him to station himself immediately 

 behind the new arrival. 



" Lacy, my dear fellow," said Mr. Len- 

 nox, " excuse my abruptness, but really I 

 am so perplexed and annoyed, that^ I can- 

 not do without your advice. Will you 

 listen to me?" 



"Proceed," ejaculated the Captain, dis- 

 encumbering himself of one of the aforesaid 

 boots, and a tremendous groan, " unfold 

 thy tale." 



" You must know, Lacy," continued Len- 

 nox, working his right arm up and down in 

 the violence of his emotion, " I am a miserable 

 jealous being." 



" Is that all? " ejaculated his hearer. 



"All ! listen on, I entreat you. I believe 



