Demons lie on rocks,
with silver serpents round their necks as comforters, claw the air,
and trot round in circles, after which they exhibit Dutch-metalled
walking-sticks to one another with sombre pride. Furies trip measures
and strike attitudes in pink tights and draperies of unaesthetic hues,
when not engaged in witnessing, with qualified interest, incidental
dances by two _premieres danseuses._ Hades evidently less dull than
generally supposed.
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SUGGESTION.--Curious that no enterprising shaving-soap proprietor
has as yet, as far as we know, advertised his invention as "_Tabula
Rasa."_ This is worth thousands, and takes the cake--of soap.
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QUIS NOMINABIT?
(_Being a few Remarks a Apropos of a "British Academy of Letters_.")
MR. PUNCH, SIR,
I have been reading with some morbid interest a series of
contributions to the pages of a contemporary from several more
or less distinguished literary men who have apparently been
invited to express their opinions, favourable or the reverse,
on the recently launched proposition to establish in our
midst, after the French model, a "British Academy of Letters.
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