11 NOVEMBER 1916, Page 15

AN IMPROMPTU.

[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR."I

Sit,—My father once heard Canon Ainger say this to a widow lady, who had upset some pickles at supper :—

"She's spilt all her pickles, And great is her loss—

They don't suit her black well, And so she is cross."

am, Sir, &c., M. M. H.