go.
I should like, if I dared, to suggest--Jericho!

"Come out, Cousin HAPSBURG, your uniform don,
And let's play at Soldiers!" Ah, yes, that's his voice.
How glad Grandma GUELPH must be now he has gone,
And how at his leaving the CZAR must rejoice!
And now _I_ am in for it all, for awhile.
Ah, well, I must dress, and endeavour to smile.

Only _if he_ would off it to Stamboul or Cairo,
Look up EMIN PASHA, survey Zanzibar,
Or try butterfly hunting at Kilimi Njaro,
The Crowned Heads of Europe were easier far.
But Africa's "_fauna_ and _flora_" would pall--
_He_ wants armies and fleets, or he can't rest at all.

Silesian manoeuvres! I know what they mean;
Long hours in the saddle, much dust, many hails!
An elderly Emperor's fancy might lean
To idling, or hunting the chamois with WALES.
Now, _he_ would not worry--but grumbling's no use,
So here's for Schloss Ronnstock, and endless Reviews!

* * * * *

OUR FAILURES.--"One man in his time plays many parts," and JOHN
L. SULLIVAN, the great American "Slogger," having lately rather
failed, perhaps, as a pugilistic "Champion," has done what Mr.
HARRY NICHOLLS's lyric hero so yearned to do, viz., "gone on the
Stage." Decline of the Drama, indeed! Recruited from the ranks of
the Amateurs, on one side from the "Swells," on the other from the
"Sports," the Stage _ought_ to flourish. "Critics," said Dizzy, "are
those who have failed in Literature." Will it by-and-by be said that
Actors are those who have failed in "Sassiety" and the Prize Ring, as
Mashers or as Bashers?

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[Illustration: ANOTHER VICTIM.

WILLIAM THE IRREPRESSIBLE. "NOW THEN, COUSIN AUSTRIA, PUT ON A
UNIFORM, AND COME AND PLAY AT SOLDIERS!"]

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[Illustration: RATHER SEVERE.

_Regular_ (_manouevering with Yeomanry_). "GOT TO GIVE UP MY
ARMS, HAVE I? UMPH! THIS COMES OF GOING OUT WITH A LOT OF DARNED
VOLUNTEERS!"]

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THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK.

MODERN NAUTICAL VERSION.

(_BY A CORRESPONDENT WITH ADMIRAL TRYITON'S FLEET._)

FIT THE LAST.--THE VANISHING.

We sought it with search-lights, we sought it with care,
We pursued it with ships and hope;
But it seemed to have suddenly vanished in air
From under the heaven's blue cope.

We shuddered to think that the chace might fail,
An