28 JANUARY 1888, Page 16

rTo THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR." j SIR, — Have you

space for this, which has always seemed to me delicious ? My friend Mr. B— occupied a house in an exposed situation upon the island of Sark. A terrible storm one night threatened the house with destruction. The old housekeeper addressed her master next morning with : " Eh ! Mr. B—, did you hear the wind ? Eh! I thought the Day of Judgment was corned." "And what did you do ?" asked my friend. " Eh ! Mr. B—, I got up and made myself a little cup o' tea."