on, New College, and
Trinity Hall all possess some "sterling oarsmen," and carry "banners"
of different colours. I may remark, in passing, that no crew is
allowed to row with more than eight oars.
The race for the Stewards will be exciting. All these officials are in
hard training, but the Mayor of Henley is favourite at short odds.*
*_Note by the Editor._--Are you sure this is right?
_Reply._--Right? Of course it is. I'm here, and I ought to
know.
I notice that the Ladies have a race all to themselves. Doubtless this
is due to Miss FAWCETT's pernicious example, but the innovation is not
to be commended. The entries for the Visitors are of average quality.
Three visitors only are to compete over a course of picnic luncheons
and strawberries and cream. I have only room left to remark that the
weather has been changeable, and that all the above tips are to be
thoroughly relied upon.
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A BALLAD OF BARROW.
(_AFTER BURNS_.)
AIR--"_DUNCAN GRAY_."
DUNCAN gay came here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
'Gainst CAINE, who thought all drinkers fou,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
CAINE, he held his head full high,
At GLADSTONE sneered _and_ SALISBURY,
And bade brave DUNCAN just stand by;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
DUNCAN was a lad o' grace,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
On the poll he gat first place.
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Woe for WILLIAM SPROSTON CAINE!
Shifting swift and swagger vain
He will hardly try again;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
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NEW TITLE. The Public-house Compensation Bill shall be hereafter known
and alluded to as the _Bung Bungle'd Bill_.
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[Illustration: "HOPE DEFERRED."
CHORUS OF LONGING LADS. "WISH _WE_ COULD GO TO THE COUNTRY!"]
* * * * *
[Illustration: EVOLUTIONARY ASSIMILATION.
_A Story of Signor Piatti and his 'Cello._]
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SUNDAY AT HOME.
The stillness of the Summer day
Broods o'er the country sweet,
And all things, save the murmuring stream,
Are silent in the heat.
The sunbeams through the green leaves play,
The air is sweet with new-mown hay--
But I am bound at home to stay
Here in Great Gasworks Street.
On the fourth-floor I take the air,
And hear the trains roll by,
And d
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