incesses shall die for it. And that
reminds me of two reports in a recent great daily:

Miss Angelina De Tapps, the youngest daughter of the well-known
great family of brewers, was united in the holy bonds of matrimony
to Mr Reginald Wells--(here follows a long account of the smart
society wedding). The happy pair leave en route for Europe per the
--next Friday.

Jane Johnson, an old offender, again faced the music before Mr
Isaacs, S.M., at the Central yesterday morning--(here follows a
"humorous" report of the case).

Next time poor Mrs Johnson will leave _en route_ for "Th' Island" and
stay there three months.

The sisters join Mrs Johnson, who has some money and takes them to a
favourite haunt and shouts for them--as she does for the boys sometimes.
Their opinions on civilization are not to be printed.

Ginger and Wingy get off with the option, and, though the fine is heavy,
it is paid. They adjourn with Boko Bill, and their politics are lurid.

Squinny Peters (plain drunk--five bob or the risin'), who is peculiar
for always paying his fine, elects to take it out this time. It appears
that the last time Squinny got five bob or the risin' he ante'd up the
splosh like a man, and the court rose immediately, to Squinny's intense
disgust. He isn't taking any chances this time.

Wild-Flowers-Charley, who recently did a fortnight, and has been out
on bail, has had a few this morning, and, in spite of warnings from and
promises to friends, insists on making a statement, though by simply
pleading guilty he might get off easily. The statement lasts some ten
minutes. Mr Isaacs listens patiently and politely and remarks:

"Fourteen days."

Charley saw the humour of it afterwards, he says.

But what good does it all do?

I had no wish to treat drunkenness frivolously in beginning this sketch;
I have seen women in the horrors--that ought to be enough.

"ROLL UP AT TALBRAGAR"

Jack Denver died at Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,
And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;
Jack Denver's wife bowed down her head--her daughter's grief was wild,
And big Ben Duggan by the bed stood sobbing like a child.
But big Ben Duggan saddled up, and galloped fast and far,
To raise the longest funeral ever seen on Talbragar.

-_Ben Duggan_.

Both funerals belonged to Big Ben Duggan in a way, though Jack Denver
was indirectly the