We have had a burst of tropical heat. Under such circumstances the great Metropolis is not the best place in the world to live in and on Tuesday last I was actually sighing for the punkahs and long chains of the Orient. Yes! there is no doubt about it, if one has to put up with heat it is but natural one prefers to be hot and comfortable at the same time and that cannot be here, so it is little wonder that I was longing for a land where there ain't no ten commandments and while siting ina stuffy railway earvage the memory of a chair up on the Grand Stand, a few kindred souls, and a few other ordinarily subsequent concomitants (iced), rose in my mind, and the doubt as to whether you were not better off in China than I was in London caused me much mental agitation until dinner time, when looking at the tmenne Tsniled—for Thad solved the prolem, However, the much-libelled Clerk of the Weather evidently does his best to please everybody and so on Wednesday we had rain and acold wind. Fancy one day be-monning the inability to wear white clothes and the next searching high and low for an overcoat. Suez to Spitzbergen in one day what Londoner wants to travel after that Here all the climates of the universe are served up in turn with the hot rolls and the dailies, an Arcadia for people who like change, still on second thoughts perhaps it isn't, as one gets very little change out of other things.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.