d from the wholesome earth.
It clingeth else like the curse of CAIN.
Smite, smite like flail upon garnered grain,
These things of bestial birth!

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OLD DOGGEREL RE-DRESSED.

(_AFTER READING CERTAIN CRITICISMS ON CERTAIN NOVELISTS, CERTAIN
COMMENTS ON THOSE CRITICISMS, AND CERTAIN REJOINDERS TO THOSE
COMMENTS_.)

Little novelists have little critics,
Like little gnats, to bite 'em;
Those little critics have lesser critics,
And so _ad infinitum_!

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LINES BY A LEWISHAM WITLER.

The PENN is mightier than the sword--
Of any Red-Rad whipster.
I _said_ he'd win--doubted _my_ word;
But I'm the O.K. tipster.
Rads roughed on me and called me "Bung;"
I've bunged them up--a corker--
At the result their heads they hung.
_They_ whip the Witler? Walker!
We're the PENN-holders. For their man
That One-Six-Nine-Three nicked him,
Witlers warmed up "Old Warmingpan;"
PENN gave him odds, and licked him.
"Villadom" did its duty--game;
Rads jeered it; that's their mania.
Lewisham? No, we'll change the name,
And call it--PENN-Sylvania!

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TIP BY A TORY.--The _Star_, talking of "HODGE's Political Salvation,"
says that Mr. GLADSTONE has given the Liberal country programme in a
sentence. _I_ will give it in a word. It is all "Hodge-podge!"

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UNATTRACTIVE COMBINATION.--If a young woman is "fast," and uncommonly
ugly, wouldn't she make a great mistake were she to combine the two
qualities, and be "fast-'idious"?

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NAME FOR A CERTAIN SECTION OF THE ILLUSTRATED PRESS.--The Nude
Journalism.

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[Illustration: THE CANADIAN "SEARCH-LIGHT."]

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THE COQUETTE OF THE PERIOD.

[Illustration]

You vowed you loved me, but your eyes
Said just the same to dozens,
The music of your low replies,
Was heard by several cousins.
Forgive me if I could not cope,
With charms so comprehensive;
And scarce believed a love whose scope,
Was really too extensive.

The fashion of the age you'll say,
But I've a predilection
For girls who in the olden way
Retain one man's affection.
You favoured me with witching smiles,
You gave me frequent dances;
But