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BOS V. BOSS.

[Illustration: Bos Locutus Est!]

[One of the Delegates at the Conference on Rural Reforms said,
"We do not want to be bossed by the Parsons"; another, "We
don't want soup or blankets, but fair play."]

O GENEROUS gents, who have the "cure of souls,"
Learn hence that justice wins far more than doles.
Blankets and soup Dames Bountiful may give,
But what HODGE craves is a fair chance to live
On labour fairly paid, not casual boons.
SALISBURY's "Circuses," and smart buffoons,
Won't move him, by "amusement," from that wish.
Parties may mutually denounce or "dish;"
But what will win the Labourer for a friend
Is Home and Work, without the Workhouse end!
Listen! Those who heed not will bide the loss,
For _Bos locutus est,--against the_ "_Boss_"!

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LAYS OF MODERN HOME.

NO. I.--"MY HOUSEMAID!"

[Illustration]

Who, as our Dresden's wreck we scanned,
Protested, with assurance bland,
"It come to pieces in my 'and"?
My Housemaid.

Who "tidies" things each Monday morn,
And hides--until, with search outworn,
I wish I never had been born?
My Housemaid.

Who "turns" my study "out" that day,
And then contrives to pitch away
As "rubbish" (which it is) my Play?
My Housemaid.

Who guards within her jealous care,
Mending or marking, till I swear,
The underclothes I long to wear?
My Housemaid.

Who cultivates a habit most
Perverse, of running to "The Post"
To meet her brothers (_such_ a host!)?
My Housemaid.

Who, _if_ she spends her "Sundays out"
At Chapel, as she does, no doubt,
Must be protractedly devout?
My Housemaid.

Who takes my novels down (it must
Be, as she vows, of course, "to dust"),
And thumbs them, much to my disgust?
My Housemaid.

Who "can't abide" a play or ball,
But dearly loves a Funeral,
Or Exeter's reproachless Hall?
My Housemaid.

Who late returning thence, in fits
Of what she terms "Histories," sits,--
_And this day month my service quits_?
My Housemaid.

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QUITE CLEAR.--"_Aha! mon ami_," exclaimed our friend JULES, during the
recent murky weather in Town, "you ask me the difference between our
Paris and your London. _Tenez_, I will tell you. Paris is always _tres
gai, veritablement gai_; but London is _toujours faux gai_--y