We have heard much during the past week of the Royal visit to Paris soaked the good earth and all solid matter thereon that it will continue to radiate hot agony for the rest of the night. No, at the moment, a nice November foggy day, with a touch of east winds sounds good enough to some of us. One can do something about winter miseries; one can draw. curtains, stoke up cosy fires, and resort to hot water bottles, but against heat one cannot fight; one must perforce endure and suffer, It is noticeable that our imaginative writers, when depicting Hell for sinners, devised heat, and not icy winds as torture for the damned. If one took the idea to heart one would, after a few summers in Shanghai, emulate the excellent Queen Victoria and repeat fervently, "I will be good."
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