nation that has bled on the field of
battle. [_Roars of applause._

_First Mem._ (_after a pause_). And yet what I required to know was
reasonable. I wished to know whether Esquire Harcourt proposed to name a
popular Budget?

_Esquire Harcourt._ He repeats the calumny! [_Uproar._

_First Mem._ (_after a pause_). But is there no reply? I would ask Sir
Gladstone--is there no reply?

_Sir Gladstone_ (_springing to his feet_). It is for the honour of
England! (_Immense enthusiasm._) And now, Sir, you are answered!

[Roars of applause. Scene closes in upon Ministers receiving
the hand-shakes of supporters and opponents.

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[Illustration:
SPORT AS A MATTER OF COURSE-ING.]

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[Illustration:
LADIES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.

It is The Opinion of Mr. Phunkie "that the Fair Sex is all
very well at the Covert Side, and he has no objection to a
little quiet Flirtation there; but if a Man is expected to
go hanging round a Girl when Hounds are running, the thing
is apt to become a dooce of a Nuisance!"]

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TAKE CARE OF THE PENCE.

["A deputation of Seamstresses stated at Westminster Police
Court, that they make soldiers' clothing, receiving for each
pair of trousers 8-1/4_d._, and for each flannel-belt,
rather less than one penny."--_Daily Paper._]

O England, you boast of your warrior sons,
Your history tells of them, fearless in strife,
How they faced the French horse, how they charged Russian guns,
So thoughtful of duty, so careless of life!

You honour them rightly, but do not forget
That economy pleases the voters as well;
Each penny reduces the National Debt;
Old Ships, as you know, are the best things to sell.

You could not escape paying pounds to the men
Who fought, wearing soles of brown paper, supplied
In your wise, frugal way. Follow precedent then!
Remember pence saved, not your children who died!

Though the men must be paid, such expense need not vex
A skilful economist. This can be met.
You can always grind pence from the poor, weaker sex;
If the clothes are ill-made, think what bargains you get!

Then lavish your honours, your wealth, on the brave,
If you did not, perhaps, scarce a man would enlist;
But forget not the gain of each penny you save,