tle spot," ELIZA COOK,
Means merely patriotic flummery;
And COLERIDGE'S "hidden brook"
Won't fetch me, e'en when weather's summery.
I hold the Picturesque is rot,
"Love in a Cot" means scraps for dinner;
I only know _one_ pleasant spot,--
I mean the "spot" that "finds a winner!"

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PRIVATE AND SPECIAL LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.--Mr. GEORGE MEREDITH'S new
novel is to be entitled, _Won of the Conquerors_. It would be unfair
to the author to mention how what the Conquerors had conquered was won
from them in turn. "I am at liberty to inform the public, however,"
says the BARON DE B.-W., "that WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR is not in it
with the others. I am able also to assure his numerous admirers that
_Beauchamp's Career_ is not a medicinal romance, and has no sort of
connection with a certain widely-advertised remedy."

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[Illustration: "WILL HE GET THROUGH?"]

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WILLIAM HENRY _loquitur_:--

Pouf! Pouf! I'm that awfully out of breath with my long and
terrified scamper,
With that bull on my track, and this bag on my back, a burden that
Milo would hamper.
Though Milo was not a pedestrian "pot," nor was it a turnstile
that nipped him;
No, if I remember my classics aright, 'twas the fork of a
pine-tree that gripped him.
But nowadays one had need be a Milo and a fleet Pheidippides in
one, Sir.
And with carrying weight I'm in such a state, it isn't much
further _I_ can run, Sir.
Oh, drat that bull! Will nobody pull the brute by the tail, and
stop him?
Such beasts didn't ought to be let loose; in the _cloture_ pound
they should pop him,
With a gag on his muzzle. This turnstile's a puzzle, with its
three blessed wings, confound it!
I don't see my way to getting through it, and there's no way of
getting round it;
And I _am_ that fat--no, I won't say that; but I'm not, like dear
ARTHUR, quite lathy.
And I'm sure, by the bellow of that bull, that the fellow is
getting exceedingly wrathy.
Pouf! Now for a burst! Which to take the first of the turnstile
wings is the floorer.
If I breast it wrongly, though I'm going strongly, I'll expose my
rear to yon roarer.
Eugh! I fancy I feel his horns, like steel, my person viciously