t bodys in the world, and as having made its mark in the
history of this great Country, and how artily he hoped it would continue
and flurrish for ever! I don't suppose as there was any county
counsellers among so distingwisht a Body, or I should like to know what
they thort of the Embassadore's opinion of us! An I'm thinkin of wizitin
Parry myself and cummin out strong. And wy not? They tell me it will
make me kwite young again, for I shall go over there a helderly henglish
waiter and reappear in Parry as a "garsong" which is french for "a young
man."

ROBERT.

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BRIGHTON BOORS.

[MR. GLADSTONE was mobbed by an immense crowd on Sunday,
the 5th.]

O Brighton, it isn't a thing to be proud of
That people, the fat uns as well as the bony uns,
Should squeeze an old Gentleman, crushed in a crowd of Brightonians.

All watering-places you claim to be Queen of,
As proud as the Tyrians or the Sidonians?
Your manners don't match; such behaviour seems green of Brightonians.

You scare away visitors, who are affrighted
By folks rude as Goths, Huns, or wild Caledonians.
Such staring shows that in two ways you're short-sighted Brightonians.

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OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.--CHATTO AND WINDUS have published, in handy form,
cloth bound, and handsomely printed, an edition of JUSTIN MCCARTHY'S
novels. There are, ten in all, going at half-a-crown a-piece, and well
worth the money. The literary style is excellent--not a matter of course
in the writing of novels--the tone wholesome, whilst on every page
gleams the light of genuine, if gentle humour. In looking through the
pages of this charming little library, my Baronite is inclined to regret
that Mr. MCCARTHY should, to some extent, have given up to Politics what
was meant for Literature.

B. DE B.-W.

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[Illustration: AN EFFECT OF SHYNESS.

_Proud Mamma._ "WHICH DO YOU THINK EFFY'S MOST LIKE, MR.
JINKS?--HER FATHER, OR ME?"

_Mr. Jinks._ "OH--A--I SHOULD SAY SHE'S A PLAIN LIKENESS
OF HER FATHER----I MEAN--A--HANDSOME LIKENESS OF HER
MOTHER--A--I MEAN--A--A----" [_Stammers hopelessly,
upsets his Tea, and wishes himself unborn._]

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THE ASSAULT!!

_Beleaguers babble around the Battering-Ram:--_

_Balfourius_ (_musingly_). "