prodding.
Against such points broadcloth's no protection, although padded
with woollen "wadding."
Oh, hang this bag! I shall lose the swag, if I slacken or lag one
second.
I thought I had measured my distance so well, but I fear that I
must have misreckoned.
That bull of GLADDY'S most certainly mad is, though he gave me his
word, the Old Slyboots,
It was perfectly quiet. I have SALISBURY'S fiat, but I wish he was
only in _my_ boots.
"Tithes first," indeed! Why, with all my speed, and my puffings,
and perspiration,
I doubt if I'll be in time to get through; and as for that
"Compensation,"
It is sure to stick. "_Quick_, SMITH, _man_, _quick!_" Oh, it's all
very well to holloa;
With a sack on one's back, and a bull on one's track, 'tisn't easy
that counsel to follow.
My life's hardly worth an hour's "Purchase," if I'm overtaken by
Taurus.
Such brutes didn't ought to be loose in the fields, to bore us,
and score us, and gore us.
"_Run! run!_" Oh, _ain't_ I running like winking? Reach the
turnstile? I may just do it
But with its three wings--oh, confound the things!--I much doubt
if I'll ever get _through_ it!

[_Left trying._

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WEEK BY WEEK.

THE attention of statisticians has lately been directed to a question
of no little interest. To put it as shortly as possible, the point is
to discover the number and size of the mayonnaises of lobster consumed
in the course of one evening in the district bounded on the east by
Berkeley Square, and extending westward as far as Earl's Court. It is
well-known that no lobster ever walked backwards. Taking this as the
basis of our calculations and assuming that [Greek: pi]^{n_1} is
equal to the digestive apparatus of six hundred dowagers, we reach
the surprising total of 932,146-1/8 lobsters. No allowance is made for
dressing or returned empties.

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"A Poet" writes to us as follows:--"I have long been puzzled by
the difficulty attending the proper construction of rhymed verse in
English. Some words possess many rhymes, others only a few, others
again none. Yet I find that the temptation to end a line with a
non-rhyme-possessing word like 'month' is almost irresistible, and
frequently gives rise to the most painful results. In t