found, however, that the
Council had suddenly adjourned, and that all the officials had fled.
The workmen accordingly entered, and, having voted Mr. SCALDS to the
chair, unanimously resolved that all the Tramways should be removed
and the Parks replanted and returfed. It was decided that nothing
could be done to replace the Cathedral or the Abbey, but it was
resolved that the following inscription should be placed on the ruins
at Westminster:--"To the lasting disgrace of the English Nation, this
Building, together with the other beautiful and interesting parts
of London, was ruined, for the sake of some impossible and imbecile
schemes, by an assemblage of the most Despicable Dolts that ever
lived."

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[Illustration: "WHEN PAIN AND ANGUISH WRING THE BROW."

_The Minister._ "WELL, JANET, HOW DID YOU LIKE YOUR NEW DOCTOR, DR.
ELIZABETH SQUILLS?"

_Janet._ "WEEL, SIR, ONLY PRETTY WELL. YE SEE, SIR, DR. ELIZABETH
ISN'T SO LEDDYLIKE AS SOME OF OUR AIN MEN DOCTORS!"]

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MIXED.--Under the heading "A Tragic Affair," it was recently stated
in a paragraph, how "a Lady had been shot by a discharged Servant." It
would have been better if the Servant, on being discharged, had gone
off and injured nobody.

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[Illustration: IN DIFFICULTIES.

_Effie_ (_who can't make her sum come right_). "OH, I _DO_ WISH I WAS
A RABBIT SO!"

_Maud._ "WHAT FOR, DARLING?"

_Effie._ "PAPA SAYS THEY _MULTIPLY_ SO QUICKLY!"]

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THE _OTHER_ "WESTMINSTER STABLE."

_Noble Owner_ (_watching the Favourite out for exercise_).
Ah! don't look so bad, ARTHUR, after his spin!
They are asking all round if he'll run, if he'll win.
They would like much to know, I've no manner of doubt.
Why, there isn't a Bookie, a Tipster, or Tout,
Not to mention an Owner, or Trainer, or Vet,
But desires the straight tip--which I wish they may get!
If they knew he'd been "nobbled," they'd greatly rejoice;
Then they'd back other cracks--_Dissolution_ for choice--
With a confident mind. "Nobbled!" Ah! were they able
To get at his groom, or sneak into his stable,
How gladly some of them would give him a dose!
That's right, ARTHUR; watch him, my lad, and--keep close!

_Trainer._ Ay, ay, Sir! They will not get much out of _me_, Sir!
A still tongue to Tipsters and Touts is a teaser.
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