(By our BlasÉ Contributor)

That I missed so many chances of doing something more or less novel on the continent.

That I did not try a cup of coffee on Dover Pier before starting for Calais.

That I avoided the smoke-room when the steamboat passed through a choppy sea mid-Channel.

That I did not "declare" something to the douane, to see what would come of it.

That I did not stay a day at St. Pol, and then take the slow train to Boulogne, stopping an hour or so at each of the interim stations.

That I did not go to a third-rate hotel on the wrong side of the Seine to find out what it was like.

That I didn't do the Bois de Boulogne in a fog.

That I left Paris without seeing PÈre-la-Chaise in a Scotch mist.

That I did not ride a horse in Venice.

That I neglected to spend a couple of days in the Catacombs in Rome.

That I refused to picnic on the top of the Tower of Pisa under an umbrella.

That I neglected to return to Marseilles by a cargo-boat.

That I followed no system at Monte Carlo.

That I went out in summer clothing at Nice.

That I took the train up the Rhine instead of one of the lumbering steam-boats.

That I overslept myself at the summit of the Rigi, instead of catching cold under a blanket.

That I followed the system of Mark Tapley without attempting cheerfulness.

Finally, that when I was in Japan, I did not save myself further boredom by personally patronising "the happy despatch."

Mems for Travellers on the Continent.

—First-class abroad is patronised by princes, millionaires, fools, and wise men.

A sight-seeing trip would be far pleasanter without the sight-seeing.

English as she is written at Zermatt.—

On the back of the business card of a Zermatt shoemaker is the following notice:—

"Pay attention to this Visitors are kindly invited to brought your boots self to the schoemaker, then they are frequently nagled by the Portier and that is very dammageable for boots and kosts the same price."