Reparation. He rigged it up a substitute;
Providing it a new posterior,
At least as good--if not superior.
His Process. He cut it out a tail of card,
And stuck it on with ox-gall, hard.
(This he prefers to vulgar glue)
And made that Wopse as good as new!
Forgiveness. Until the grateful insect soared
Away, with self-respect restored
To find that mutilated part of his
Had been so well replaced by artifice.
Further proceedings of The Scientist, again complacent,
the Philosopher. To pen and ink and paper hastened,
And, in a letter to the _Field_,
Told how the Wasp, though halved, was healed,
And how, despite a treatment rigorous,
It left consoled--and even vigorous!
Moral. The Moral--here this poem stops--is
_'Tis ne'er too late for mending Wopses!_

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A "CUTTING" OBSERVATION.--This is from the _Daily Graphic_:--

GENERALS.--TWO WANTED to do the work of a small house; L14-L18;
for two in family; easy place, early dinners; very little company.

How sad! At how low an ebb has our Army arrived under recent
mal-administration! In time we may have even "Our Only General"
himself advertising for a place, or answering an advertisement like
the above. Not much "company drill"; so, if easy, it will be dull.

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[Illustration: A SALE OF YEARLINGS.--THE VERY LAST OF THE SEASON.]

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[Illustration: A PERILOUS TUG OF WAR.]

"The labouring men, as a class, are rapidly approaching to a
footing of full equality with the capitalist, and it is even
possible they may become the stronger of the two.... They
must be content to have their class interests, whatever they
are, judged in the light of the public interests.... Labour
and capital may have separate interests, yet their separate
interests are little, in the long run, as compared with those
in which they are united."--_Mr. Gladstone at West Calde