ashed
mangold-wurzel.

We shall be taking chemically-coloured chopped hay at five this
afternoon. Will you join us?

If I purchase my own coffee-beans and grind them, can my breakfast be
properly termed a bean-feast?

Yes, as you say, I can no doubt guard against adulteration by keeping
a couple of cows in my cellar, growing corn in my backyard, tea-plants
and sugar-canes on my roof, and devoting my best bed-room to the
cultivation of coffee, fruit, and mixed pickles; but would my landlord
approve of the system?

And, finally, is this what they mean by a "Free Breakfast Table," that
every grocer is "free" to poison us under cover of a badly-drawn Act
of Parliament?

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TO THE PUBLIC.--"Modern Types." Type not yet "used up." Type No. X.
will appear next week.

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OLD TIMES REVIVED.

"RETURNING TO OLD TIMES.--The new coaches, which are to carry
the parcel mail between Manchester and Liverpool nightly,
ran for the first time tonight. The coach from Manchester for
Liverpool started punctually at ten o'clock from the Parcel
Office, in Stevens Square. Some thousands of people had
assembled to witness the inauguration of the service. The
van, which has been specially constructed for the service,
was well-filled with parcels, and a guard in uniform, an old
soldier, took his seat inside it, armed with a six-shooter and
a side-sword. The departure of the coach, which was announced
by the blowing of a horn, was loudly cheered by the crowd of
people, and the vehicle was followed down the main streets
of the city by some hundreds of spectators. There are three
horses to the van, and relays of horses are provided at
Hollins Green and Prescot. The coaches are timed to do the
thirty-six mile journey in five and a half hours, arriving in
Manchester and Liverpool respectively at 3.15 A.M."--_Daily
Paper, April 14, 1890._

[Illustration: PROBABLE ILLUSTRATION OF THE FUTURE:--"ATTACK ON MAIL
COACH!" SKETCHED BY ARTIST OF _DAILY GRAPHIC_ ON THE SPOT.]

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ON THE SWOOP.

FAR from its native eyrie, high in air,
Above the extended plain,
The Teuton Eagle hovers. Broad and fair
From Tropic main to main
Stretches a virgin continent vast, and void
Of man's most treasured works;
No plough on those huge slopes is