ngland. On the other hand, carters and cabmen seem brutally cruel to
their cattle, and will drive over a foot passenger (especially, perhaps,
if an Englishman) without scruple. Who shall correctly appreciate these
things?

[Illustration]

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A LION RAMPANT MAD.

That troublesome quadruped the British Lion, generally supposed defunct,
turns out to have been Scotched not killed; as he is now roaring and
bellowing more ridiculously than ever, in the character of the Lion of
North Britain or Scotch Lion. He is clamouring not only for what he
conceives to be his proper corner on the Royal flag, but also, on behalf
of his baronetage and some other connexions, for the whole territory and
fishing-grounds of the Royal Province of New Scotland, as he calls it;
that is to say, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and the adjacent regions. We
expect very soon to hear this foolish old Lion roar for the moon, in a
state of second cubhood. To humour him, however, it might be advisable
to depict him wherever he wishes in that state of rampancy which he
chooses to figure in, that is, in an attitude of rampant absurdity.

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HONOURS TO PALMERSTON.

It is determined that LORD PALMERSTON--who goes in attendance upon the
QUEEN to Scotland--shall have the freedom of Perth. Had PAM had his own
way, we take it, long ere this, he would have had the freedom of Turkey.

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THE HOUSE OF FAME.

DEDICATED, BY PERMISSION OF THE PRESIDENT AND COUNCIL, TO THE BRITISH
ASSOCIATION.

Clear, and grey the day is dawning, free from each ill-omened warning,
And the sharp fresh air of morning blows upon our mountain way,
As o'er brook and chasm springing, or up woody crag-sides swinging,
Showers of dew and blossom bringing down from each rich laden spray;
While the birds from tree and thicket greet us with a jocund lay,
Merrily our band advancing, towards the mountain's summit glancing,
Sees the early sunbeams dancing on a dome of burnished flame,
Where, with open doors entreating our approach, a cordial greeting
Angel voices seem repeating, singing, sloth and fear to shame,
"Hasten! favoured mortals; hasten upward to the House of Fame!"
Pausing now, in contemplation, I perceive that every nation,
From each calling, class, or station, sends its quota to our band;
Poets jostling grave logicians; botanists by politic