TILLY ANDREWS IN VAPOUR.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume 4, Issue 371, 10 February 1880, Page 2

TILLY ANDREWS IN VAPOUR.

The Pinafore was to sail under pilot Maguire on a certain evening says the " Oregon Telegram" when alas, on Saturday night the beauteous Miss Andrews—we should say Miss Corcoran— discovered that she had a cold, and she was sad. No wonder! How would it do for her to sing on Monday night in this style :—

*' Refraid, audacious star, your suit frob pressidg.

Rebeber who are you, ad who addressidg." And to sigh, " Oh, by heart! by heart! This unwarranted presubtiod on the part of a cobbod sailor !'' Oh, it would never do. Many remedies were suggested — flannel around the neck, for instance—but Josephine as» serted that flannel around the neck wasn't becoming to her, unless it happened to be the sleeve of a sailor's jacket, with Ralf Rackstraw's arm in it. Finally a lady recommended a vapour bath, "A splendid thing," said she. " I often take them, and so do my sisters and my cousins and my aunts and my grandfather."

" My husband is a doctor, and I can give you a vapour batli as well as anybody. Come to my room. Naver shall it be said that a friend of mine suffered for want of a vapour while I owned a can of kerosene." They reached the room in safety. " Now, Josephine," said her friend, " you must furl all your sails, wrap yourself in a blanket, and come to an anchor in a cane-bottomed chair." Why must it be a cane-bottomed chair." " Never mind the why and wherefore," replied her friend, " I doctor am, and therefore you must do just what I say. Unrig, my dearest, right away." Imagine the scene ! In five minutes Miss And — Corcoran was jjundressed, wrapped in a blanket and seated in a cane-bottomed chair, beneath which her friend put a lighted camphine lamp turned up to its brightest heat. " Now," she said, "the heat will soon permeate your individuality, so to speak, and produce a perspiration or natural I vapour, as it were, in which your cold will vanish. .. •_? The lamp burned brightly ; Josephine felt its flames ; she Amoved uneasy in her chair. "Good gracious!" she cried, "I can't understand it either. How in the name of common sense is sitting over this lamp to—" Her friend interrupted her with— "Never mind the why and whereforevapour cures a cold, and therefore. Though the camphine heat is mighty, though stupendous be the pain, Though your covering is slightly—you perspire not in vain ! Let tho air with smoke be laden ; smother every painful sigh. Monday night you'll look so charming, let the kerosene burn high." The kerosene burned high, and Josephine wriggled. "Oh!" she exclaimed; "If Sir Joseph could see me now, what would he say ?" "Never mind," answered \ her friend, is the perspiration coming ?"" " Perspiratiou !" shouted Josephine.' " Oh, heavens !" And then she relieved her feelings with— " Sorry her lot who feels too hot, Heavy her heart who hopes so vainly To cure a cold, and only cures herself, By sitting on a cane seat chair insanely."I can't stand it, I can't, I won't. " The heat grows on a pace 1 know I'm baking, baking—" The chimney of the lamp cracked with a loud report. Josephine jumped up

screaming, the blanket was smoking,the cane-bottomed chair was scorched, the friend added her screams to the discord, and the doctor, her husband, came rushing up to see what was the matter. Let us draw another blanket over the scene. The principles of a vapour bath were explained, and Josephine was put on the windows"! to cool. Miss Andrews looks quite well now, and takes her three meals regularly. But she said her prayers standing last Sunday.