of St. Barnabas,
Pimlico. Now the most recent is the Archbishop's decision in the
Lincoln Case. The two may be quoted henceforth as "'The Lincoln and
Bennett Cases,' which cover a variety of heads."

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"HERE WE GO UP, UP, UP!"--_Mr. Punch_ with Time visits the Heavenly
Bodies. Special Stars engaged for Christmas Entertainment. Look
out for _Mr. Punch's_ Christmas Number, entitled _Punch Among the
Planets._ For once _Toby_ will be Sirius.

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SHORTLY TO APPEAR.--Companion Volume to _Oceana_. New Work, by C.S.
P-RN-LL, entitled, _O'Sheana_.

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[Illustration: BANK HOLIDAY WIT.

_Mamma_. "COME ALONG, DARLINGS!"

_'Arry_. "ALL RIGHT, MISS! JUST WAIT TILL WE'VE 'AD A DRINK!"]

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THE PARLIAMENTARY "ANCIENT MARINER."

(_FRAGMENTS FROM THE LATEST RENDERING OF THE OLD RIME._)

[Sidenote: An Ancient Mariner meeteth Three Guests bidden to St.
Stephen's and detaineth one.]

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
"By thy scant gray looks and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?"

"St. Stephen's doors are open wide,
My duty lies within;
M.P.'s are met, the programme's set,
May'st hear the Irish din."

He holds him with his sinewy hand,
"There was a ship," quoth he.
"Hold off! unhand me, Ancient One!"
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

[Sidenote: St. Stephen's Guest is spell-bound by the eye of the Grand
Old Seafaring Man, and constrained to hear his tale.]

He holds him with his glittering eye--
St. Stephen's Guest stands still,
And listens, like Midlothian's mob.
The Mariner hath his will.

St. Stephen's Guest stands like a stone.
He cannot chuse but hear;
And thus outspeaks that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

Our ship was cheered, the harbour cleared
Merrily did we drop
Below the Kirk, Tory ill-will
Our vessel might not stop.

[Sidenote: The Mariner tells how his new-launched Craft, after some
adverse gales, sailed northward, with a good wind, and fair weather.]

The sun arose, that erst had left
Our Home-Rule argosy,
And he shone bright, our course was right,
The "flowing tide" ran free.

Higher and higher every day
Our sun shone bright and clear--
St. Stephen's Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud "Hear! Hear!"

[Sidenote: St.