orth lunching? If such cates should fail,
Go out of country bread a solid hunch,
Pile on it cheese, wash down with country ale,
And, faring plainly, yet enjoy thy lunch.

Yea, this is truth, the lunch of knife and fork,
The pic-nic lunch, spread out upon the earth,
Lunches of beef, bread, mutton, veal, or pork,
All, all, without exception all, are worth!

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NINETY-NINE OUT OF A HUNDRED CANDIDATES MUST BE "PILLED."--The Living
of "Easington-with-Liverton, Yorkshire, worth L600 per annum," is
vacant. Is it in the gift of the celebrated Dr. COCKLE? or of Dr.
CARTER, of Little-Liverpill-Street fame?

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[Illustration: "BACK!"]

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PLAYFUL HEIFERVESCENCE AT HAWARDEN.

[Mr. GLADSTONE met with an extraordinary adventure in Hawarden
Park one day last week. A heifer, which had got loose, made
for Mr. GLADSTONE as he was crossing the park, and knocked
him down. Mr. GLADSTONE took refuge behind a tree. The heifer
scampered off, and was subsequently shot.]

[Illustration]

G.O.M. _sings_:--

How happy could I be with heifer,
If sure it were only her play.
Is't LABBY? or Labour? Together
In one? I'll get out of the way.
_Singing_ (_to myself_)--With my tol de rol de rol LABBY, &c.

She comes! On her horns she is playing
A tune with a nourish or two!
No cow-herd am I but my staying
To play second fiddle won't do.
_Singing_ (_to myself_)--With my tol de rol tol-e-rate LABBY, &c.

Don't chivey her! I would allot her
"Three acres," and lots of sweet hay.
Alas! while I'm talking, they've shot her!
Well! heifers, like dogs, have their day!
_Singing_ (_to myself, as before_)--With my tol lol de rol-licking
LABBY, &c.

_Latest._--After dinner, Mr. GLADSTONE fell asleep in his chair! He
was seen to smile, although his repose seemed somewhat disturbed.
Presently he was heard to murmur melodiously the words of the old
song, slightly adapted to the most recent event,--"_Heifer of thee
I'm fondly dreaming_!" Then a shudder ran through his frame as he
pronounced softly a Latin sentence; it was "_Labor omnia vincit_!"
Then he awoke.

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SONGS OUT OF SEASON.

NO. II.--KEW-RIOUS!

It's a pleasure worth the danger,
Deems your gorgeous DE LA PLUCHE,
To become the m