nises his Athene of that afternoon. He retires in
confusion, and, as he passes under the window, hears PODBURY
sing the final verse._

The moral is--Now _don't_ you come from Fla-an-ders,
If you should have complexions rich and rare;
And don't you go and catch the yaller ja-aun-ders,
Nor yet know girls in Canonbury Square!

_Miss Hypatia P._ (_in a clear soprano_). "Nor yet know girls in
Canonbury Square!"

[_CULCHARD passes on, crushed._

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[Illustration: THE STERNER SEX!

"HULLO, GERTY! YOU'VE GOT FRED'S HAT ON, AND HIS COVER COAT?"

"YES. DON'T YOU LIKE IT?"

"WELL--IT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE A YOUNG MAN, YOU KNOW, AND THAT'S SO
EFFEMINATE!"]

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DOGGEREL BY A "DISHER."

[On September 1 the Free Education Act came into force
throughout England and Wales.]

Remember, remember
The first of September
And Free Education's sly plot;
I know no reasons
Why cancelling fees on
The poor should not silence Rad rot!

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A NOTE AND QUERY.--At the enthronement of Dr. MACLAGAN as Archbishop
of York "the band of the First Royal Dragoons," says the _Daily
Graphic_, "played an appropriate march." That the band of the Royal
Dragoons should symbolically and cymballically represent the Church
Militant is right enough; but what is "a march appropriate" to an
Archbishop? One of BISHOP's glees would have been more suitable to
the occasion. Henceforth Dr. MACLAGAN can say, if he likes, "I'_m
Arch_-bishop of Canterbury!"

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"THE GREAT LOAN LAND."--Russia.

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THE GROUSE THAT JACK SHOT.

(_A SOLEMN TRAGEDY OF THE SHOOTING SEASON._)

This is the Grouse that _Jack_ shot.

This is the friend who expected the Grouse that _Jack_ shot.

This is the label addressed to the friend who expected the Grouse that
_Jack_ shot.

This is the Babel where lost was the label addressed to the friend,
&c.

This is the porter who "found" the "birds" in the Babel where lost was
the label, &c.

This is the dame with the crumpled hat, wife of the porter who "found"
the "birds," &c.

This is the cooking-wench florid and fat of the dame with the crumpled
hat, &c.

This is the table where diners sat, served by the cooking-maid florid
and fat of the dame with the crumpled hat,