In a short time I had converted a large saloon on the second floor into a magnificent hall. Its sides and ends were covered with flowers and evergreens, making a perpetual summer. On each side stood a row of statues of nude figures, which I had purchased in Paris. At either end played a beautiful fountain, while in the centre was a large marble basin, in which played a third fountain. The figure that cast up the water was a statue of a female lying down, so arranged that she seemed to be floating on her back in the water, the jet d'eau burst from her cunt, and ascended nearly to the ceiling, making a shower bath to anyone who would be seated on the figure.
The side windows opened on to a balcony, which overlooked the sea.
On the opposite side of the corridor I had converted the whole suite of apartments into one large room, which as soon as the upholsterer arrived was to be furnished with fifty beds.
The suite of apartments on the same floor of the adjoining wing I had converted into one large bathing room. In this room was a marble bath, in which fifty people could bathe at the same time. A small fish pond stood in the garden. It turned into a small lake of about one hundred yards in diameter.
(To be continued.)
FRANK FANE — A BALLAD.
The master said to the Schoolboy,
As it fell on a day,
"All the rest are to go,
Frank Fane is to stay.
I set you all free
From the birch and the cane,
Not a boy shall be swished,
Not a boy, but Frank Fane."
Said the Merry Master,
"Frank Fane is to stay,
To be flogged with a flogging,
As good as your play.
Frank Fane is to stay,
To be whipped in the hall,
To be whipped, till his whipping
Atones for you all.
Any boy that enjoys
A fine flogging to see,
I give leave to stay here,
With Frank Fane and me:
They will see his white bottom,
When they see it again,
I don't think they'd fancy
It belongs to Frank Fane."
While the rest went a playing,
In the hall there were four,
Frank Fane and his Master,
And two fellows more.
There were three there for pleasure,
And one there for pain;
How they giggled and grinned,
At the funk of Frank Fane!
"Now loosen your braces,
And lower your breeks,
And show your companions
Your bare nether cheeks.
Make haste to the closet,
And bring a good rod,
Or I'll cut you to ribands,
You shuffler, by God!"
"O master! dear Master!
Have pity for once!"
"What, pity for a truant,
A thief and a dunce!