Southwark. Never know where you have 'em. Generally turns out they
have _you_."

_Business done._--Thunderstorm and Prorogation.

* * * * *

THE BUILDER AND THE ARCHITECT.

[Illustration]

The sun was shining on the fog,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The London day look bright--
And yet it seemed as though it were
The middle of the night.

The Builder and the Architect
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such eligible land:
"If this were only built upon,"
They said, "it _would_ be grand!"

"Oh, Tenants, come and live with us!"
The Builder did entreat,
"And take a little villa in
This countrified retreat,
Where stand straight rows of houses,