od's creatures?"

"Shadow!" I cried. But in the darkness dim
Those lineaments did waver and dislimn
Like clouds at the sun's waking.
Alone I stood; fled was the night, the dream,
And o'er the sleeping City's sullen stream
Babylon's grey dawn was breaking.

THE END.

* * * * *

A DIAG-NOSE-IS OF WINE.--The Case of Champagne set before Mr. Alderman
and Sheriff DAVIES. Of course, the worthy Alderman, who is a judge of
wine, needed only to raise the glass to his nose. He smelt it to see if
it was Corke'd. But in answer to the charge of false labelling, it
should have been simply pleaded that, at the manufactory, the labels
were not simply put on, but Clapt-on. Whether this defence would have
gone to mitigate the fine of twenty pounds, is another matter. The
Alderman's decision was given, much as the public generally pay for
Champagne,--good or bad,--that is, "through the nose."

* * * * *

THE CHAMELEON "REPORT".

_Entirely New Version._

("The bearings of it lie in the application,"--to a certain Report.)

Time to the eager seems to lag,
Howe'er his glass be shaken;
Yet struck the hour when from the bag
The Creature should be taken.

Three Judges sage had cooped it there
Three Judges wise, three Judges fair,
At him Society will ejaculate
Who hints a Judge is _not_ immaculate.
The Judge's ermine none dares dim
(Unless the Judge differs from _him_).

Now men discussed, with glee or dolour,
The question of the Creature's colour.
"Black as my hat," cries one, "_I_ know."
"Nay!" shouts another, "white as snow!"
Whether the thing revealed should prove
To ape the Raven or the Dove,
Was matter of dispute most furious;
Angry were most, and all were curious.

At last arrived the eventful day
When from the bag the thing must crawl,
And lo! the Creature's tint was _grey_,
Which disappointed all.

But though Truth brings a brief confusion
To obstinate foregone conclusion,
Prejudice, routed most dis_mally_,
Will quickly to Unreason rally.
And so the one side would remark
That for a grey 'twas wondrous _dark_;
The other side did more than hint
_They_ never saw so _light_ a tint;
"Deep iron-grey!" said one, "Oh, stuff!"
Another cried at most a buff!
"In tint below, in hue above,
'Tis little deeper than a Dove!
In fact, looked at in a strong