he had a very strong one, and he had never known anything
able to resist it."

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A GOOD DIRTY JOB.

It is pleasant to find that the Commissioners of Sewers are stirring;
notwithstanding the result proverbially ascribed to stirring in such
matters: and we hope we shall soon be enabled to expect that the
Metropolis will be drained with some degree of rational assewerance. If
this great object is successfully accomplished, we take the liberty of
recommending that the Chairman of the Commission should be raised to the
Peerage, by the title of LORD SCAVENGER.

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TEST OF GOOD HUMOUR.--Wake a man up in the middle of the night, and ask
him to lend you five shillings.

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[Illustration: THE CAMP

"HEY, COLIN! DINNA YE KEN THE WATTER'S FOR DRINK, AND NAE FOR BATHIN?"]

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"THE SOLDIER'S DREAM."

(_After_ T. CAMP-BELL. _By_ A. CAMP-BEAU.)

We were wet as the deuce; for like blazes it poured,
And the sentinels' throats were the only things dry;
And under their tents Chobham's heroes had cowered,
The weary to snore, and the wakeful to sigh.

While dozing that night in my camp-bed so small,
With a Mackintosh over to keep out the rain--
After one glass of grog, cold without--that was all--
I'd a dream, which I hope I shall ne'er have again.

Methought from damp Chobham's mock battle-array,
I had bowled off to London, outside of a hack;
'Twas the season, and wax-lights illumined the way
To the balls of Belgravia that welcomed me back.

I flew to the dancing-rooms, whirled through so oft
With one sweet little partner, who tendril-like clung,
I saw the grim chaperons, perched up aloft,
And heard the shrill notes WEIPPERT'S orchestra flung.

_She_ was there--I would "pop"--and a guardsman no more,
From my sweet little partner for life ne'er would part,
When sudden I saw--just conceive what a bore--
A civilian--by Jove--laying siege to her heart!

"Out of sight, out of mind!" It was not to be borne--
To cut her, challenge him I was rushing away--
When sudden the twang of that vile bugle-horn
Scared my visions, arousing the Camp for the day.

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SPIRITS ABOVE PROOF.

It seems that DR. PAUL CULLEN and the Ultramontanists have procured the
rejection,