AN UNPARALLELED OUTRAGE "Do you care for the seaside ?" asked the man in the corner when he had finished his lunch.

"I don't mean the seaside at Ostend or Trouville, but honest English seaside with nigger minstrels, three-shilling excursionists, and dirty, expensive furnished apartments, where they charge you a shilling for lighting the hall gas on Sundays and sixpence on other evenings.

Do you care for that ?" "I prefer the country." "Ah! perhaps it is preferable.

Personally I only liked one of our English seaside resorts once, and that was for a week, when Edward Skinner was up before the magistrate, charged with what was known as the 'Brighton Outrage.' I don't know if you remember the memorable day in Brighton, memorable for that elegant town, which deals more in amusements than mysteries, when Mr.Francis Morton, one of its most noted residents, disappeared.

Yes! disappeared as completely as any vanishing lady in a music-hall.