hausted
manipulator in Turkish Bath after a hard day's work._)

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[Illustration: THE MONEY-BOXING KANGAROO.
(_Knocked-Out--for the Time!_)]

Pity the sorrows of a poor "Old Man,"
Whose pouch is emptied of its golden store;
Whose girth seems dwindling to its shortest span,
Who needs relief, and needs it more and more.

_Punch's_ appeal for the marsupial martyr
Is based upon an ancient nursery model;
But he will find that he has caught a Tartar,
Who hints that _Punch_ is talking heartless twaddle.

Knocked out this round, and verily no wonder!
The Money-boxing Kangaroo is plucky:
But when a chance-blow smites the jaw like thunder,
A champion may succumb to fluke unlucky.

The Australian Cricketers in their first game
Went down; but BLACKHAM'S bhoys high hopes still foster;
Duffers who think 'twill always be the same,
Reckoned without their GIFFEN! Just ask GLO'STER!

So our pouched pugilist, though his chance _looks_ poor,
Will come up smiling soon, surviving failure;
And an admiring ring will shout once more,
(_Pardon the Cockney rhyme!_) "Advance, Australia!!!"

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THE ARMS (AND LEGS) OF THE ISLE OF MAN.--At a discussion on
Sunday-trading, one day last month, there was an attempt made to raise
a question as to breach of privilege. The Speaker, however, stopped
this at the outset, advising them that they "hadn't a leg to stand
upon." Very little advantage in having three legs on such an occasion.
The odd part of these Manx-men's legs is that they are their arms.
It was originally selected as pictorially exhibiting the innocent
character of the Manx Islanders. For their greatest enemy must own
that "the strange device" of the three legs is utterly 'armless.

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THE END OF THE DROUGHT.

(_By a Cab-horse._)

Don't talk to us in praise of rain!
When we are slipping once again;
This beastly shower
Has made wood-pavements thick with slime.
Suppose you try another time,
By mile or hour;

See how you'd like to trot and trip,
To stop and stagger, slide and slip,
Pulled up affrighted,
Urged madly on, then checked once more,
Whilst from some omnibus's door
Some lout alighted.

You would not find much cause to laugh,
Like us, you would not care for chaff