onquest's glow
Mantles that pallid cheek. After long strain,
Victory at last is yours, nor all in vain,
Perchance, although its fruits precarious be.
What you will do with it, we wait to see.
Meanwhile _you_'ll own the foes you've put to rout.
With all war's honours unashamed march out.

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[Illustration: SO MATTER-OF-FACT.

_Jones_ (_who prides himself on his French_). "DESOLE, MON CHER, NOT
TO BE ABLE TO ACCEPT YOUR HOSPITALITY, BUT TO-NIGHT I AM DINING _EN
VILLE_."

_Brown_ (_who is so matter-of-fact, and never will understand
Jones's French_). "DINING 'ON VEAL,' ARE YOU? WELL, THERE'S NOT MUCH
DIFFERENCE; IF YOU COME TO ME, YOU'LL HAVE A LEG O' MUTTON!"]

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MAKE IT HOT.--Dean KITCHIN says that one of his reasons for voting
for the Gladstonians is that he is "a warm Liberal." Quite so. A cold
KITCHIN would be a contradiction in terms.

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[Illustration: MEMBERS WE SHALL MISS.

F.A. Hankey. Sir H. Tyler. M.W. Mattinson. J. Bazley White.
J. Stack. The Bruce. T.L. Bristowe. Hermon-Hodge. Alfred Giles.
J. Woodhead. Baron Dimsdale. T. Milvain.]

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.

_House of Commons, Thursday, August 4._--New Parliament met to-day
in great force. Ambition stirs noble minds in different ways. Some
embark on Parliamentary life with determination to outshine BRIGHT or
GLADSTONE in field of oratory. Others will not be pacified till they
emulate PITT. Others again aim at the lofty pedestal on which stands
through the ages the man who is first in his place, on first day, of
first Session, of new Parliament. Exciting race to-day. At night,
both BIGWOOD and SPENCER (not BOBBY, who has affairs of graver State
to look to just now) sailed in together. At a quarter to ten SAVORY
turned up, sermon in hand, and found he was forestalled.

"What, MOORE of them!" cried SAVORY. "The bane of my life."

"Yes," said LOGAN, arriving a few minutes later; "wherever there's one
SAVORY you're sure to find MOORE, and in this case they precede you."

Six minutes later DIXON-HARTLAND arrived, mopping his forehead. When
he found others on spot, pretended he'd only looked in accidentally.
"Passing by, you know; thought I'd see how old place looked." But it
wouldn't do. Other men, especially BIGWOOD, saw through it all.