"Only a feel, and a spend or two; she's a real little virgin," said Frank deprecatingly.

"Well," replied Jack, "you fellows deserve birching or bottom fucking for it, that's all I have to say. I'm not jealous, only devilishly inclined for a fuctious evening."

No more was said about it, but their host observing that supper would be ready in a few minutes, asked if they had heard the new anecdote about the Prince of Wales' visit to the East London Hospital?

"No, old fellow, let's have it"

"It's not much," continued the host, "His Royal Highness went to inspect the East London Hospital, so going into the male-ward, he asked the man in No. 1 bed, "What's the matter with you my man, are you comfortable, or have you any complaints?"

PATIENT.-Got the pox, your Royal Highness, the doctors do all they can for me, and the nurses are very kind, everything's so nice, I shall be sorry to go out again when I am well, because I'm a very poor man.

H.R.H.-Noble institution, glad to hear you are so well cared for. Goes on to No. 2 bed,

"Well, my man, how are you, what's the matter with you?"

PATIENT.-Pretty well, your Royal Highness, got a bad fistula, but everything's nice and everybody is kind to me.

H.R.H.-Beautiful charity, quite a paradise for the sick poor to come to; and what may be the matter with you? addressing the man in No. 3 bed.

PATIENT.-Got an ulcer in my mouth, obliged to have my jaws tied up, your Royal Highness, in a very sepulchral voice.

H.R.H.-Well, how are you getting on?

PATIENT.-Only pretty well, your Royal Highness.

H.R.H.-Only pretty well, have you got any complaint to make?

PATIENT.-Yes, your Royal Highness, I want to go into No. 1 bed. I want to see the doctor first!

H.R.H.-What's that for, don't you have proper attention?