u're a daisy, you're a dasher, you're a dab!
I'll fight with you, or join you on a spree
Let the skulkers and the scuttlers stow their gab,
TOMMY ATKINS drinks your 'ealth with three times three!
So 'ere's _to_ you, my fine Fellah! 'E who funked the 'ot Soudan,
And the furious Fuzzy-Wuzzies, grows a first-class fighting-man:
An' 'ere's _to_ you, my fine Fellah, coffee 'ide and inky hair
May yet shoulder stand to shoulder with me in a British Square!

* * * * *

REFLECTION BY A READER OF "REMINISCENCES."

Yes, life _is_ hard. Our fellows judge us coldly;
We mostly dwell in fog, and dance in fetters;
But sweeter far to face oblivion boldly,
Than front posterity through a _Life and Letters._
That Memory's the Mother of the Muses,
We're told. Alas! it must have been the Furies!
Mnemosyne her privilege abuses,--
Nothing from her distorting glass secure is.
Life is a Sphinx: folk cannot solve her riddles,
So they've recourse to spiteful taradiddles,
Which they dub "Reminiscences." Kind fate,
From, the fool's Memory preserve the Great!

* * * * *

"HOW LONDON THEATRES ARE WARMED."--By having first-rate pieces. This
prevents any chance of a "frost."

* * * * *

SONG FOR THE LIBERATOR SOCIETY, AND OTHERS.--"Oh, where, and oh where,
is our J. S. B-LF-R gone?"

* * * * *

When the _P. M. Gazette_ by a Tory was book'd,
The Editor "Cust," and its readers were Cooke'd.

* * * * *

[Illustration: "SURGIT AMARI ALIQUID----"

"AND WHOM DID YOU TAKE INTO SUPPER, MIKE?" "MAUD WILLOUGHBY."
"YOU LUCKY BOY! WHY SHE'S A DARLING!"
"YES--BUT THERE WAS ANOTHER FELLOW ON HER OTHER SIDE!"]

* * * * *

ON AN OLD QUARTETTE.

[_Pantaloon, Clown, Harlequin, and Columbine_ are the
characters of an old sixteenth-century drama, acted in
dumb-show. "_Pantaleone_" is a Venetian type; _Columbine_
means a "little dove."]

WHILE Fairyland and Fairy tales
'Neath flaunting pageants fall,
And over Pantomime prevails
The Muse of Music Hall.
Still echoes, wafted through the din,
A lilt of one old tune--
Of Columbine and Harlequin,
Of Clown and Pantaloon.

Their faded frolics, tarnished show
Are shadows faint and rude
Of mimes wh