AN IDEAL HIBERNICISM.
rTo mas Emma or me ”Bracraroa."1 Sut,—Having been much interested in what has recently appeared in the Spectator on portmantologisma and the other humorous freaks that Fate allows sanity to play, will you allow me to narrate briefly an experience of my own ? Some years ago, I had arranged to meet a friend who was to arrive late at night at a country railway.station. When I came to fulfil my engagement, I found I had given myself a very limited time in which to go to the station. I had to run instead of walking, and in the darkness dashed up against a man who was proceeding in the opposite direction to myself. After passing him, it occurred to me that possibly the expected train had arrived, and that this might be my friend. I turned, hastened after the man, and on reaching him, shouted,—" Is that you P" "No," was the prompt, and to judge from the tone of the speaker, rather panic-stricken reply. It was quite true,— and yet how Hibernian ! Indeed, it was so absurdly -natural, that I should not be at all surprised to learn that others have an experience identical with my own.—I am, Sir, dm.,
W. W.
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