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OUR FUN-DONE LETTER.

story briefly in his “ London Lyric," which contains one line that is
true poetry :

I did not grieco-the loss was too dirine."
B.
UT a very few years ago the boldest of the

prophets—even DR. CUMMING himself-might The rest of the literature is up to L. S. standard-except the Cambridge
have hesitated to foretell the Premiership of sketch, which is an old practical joke enlivened with old jokes. Rout-
MR. DIBRAELI. Then it seemed the most ledge's Magasint for Boys, with which I am three numbers in arrear,
unlikely thing to happen ; now it appears to begins the new volume capitally, and should add to its popularity
be the only proper thing. Indeed, the new greatly. L. Follet holds forth expectations of more reasonable fashions,
First Lord is to be congratulated, for a happy especially in the matter of chignons.
combination of events

has arrived at the very In St. Paul's we have one of those clever lifelike bits of drawing

moment to_assist him to the elevation at with which MR. MILLAIS occasionally favours his admirers. which he has so long been aiming. For there can be no doubt that Programme for the Liberals" is a sound political essay, and there is he has always placed this prize before himself-even when sinking an admirable paper on “Fashion in Poetry," and the number into bis place after his ill success in his maiden speech. “The day altogether is good, solid yet not heavy. The Sunday Magazine is strong will come when you shall hear me!" meant not merely the empty in its illustrations, the large picture to the “Seaboard Parish " being success of oratory, but the solid prize of power. Well, as I said particularly fine. That story and the “Retired Life" move on with before, he is to be congratulated. It is no slight thing that one who interest. In Good Words the gem of the number is" A Working Man's has always created more surprise than admiration, and who yet has Courtship”-I have read nothing so true and natural for an age; been infinitely more admired than loved, should have wrung such a - there is little more than three pages of it-it consists of letters, and victory from Fortune. He is truly." ab omni parte beatus " - by which, yet the story is full of deep interest already and all the characters live. let me add for the information of the classical scholar, I do not mean As for the Laureate's lines, like too much he has given us lately, they “blest by all parties."

are quite unworthy of his reputation. The profane will call them Belgravia this month has a very charming morceau of verse by MR. twaddle—and I must own they tempt one to be profane. They are MORTIMER COLLINS, a pleasant essay, very brief, by MR. SAWYBR, on far better illustrated than they deserve, though the very fine drawing

Nice Girls," and a good paper by MR. THORNBURY. “Saint May" and telling engraving are lost through bad printing. It is a great pity is neatly written. The "Mudio Classics " by BABINOTON WHite, Messrs. STRAHAN's magazines are not better printed, they deserve to be, begins impertinently with an explanation, and ends childishly with a and at any rate there is no practical reason why the large cuts should not twaddly story. MR. WHITE bad better return to translations, his be. The other illustrations in this number are good, especially those originality is ridiculous when not rude. Mi88 BRADDON writes a decent to “ Hero Harold.” The Argosy is weak in its art, -variety would be set of verses, and the whole number, barring the illustrations, which, charming beyond measure, for one is tired of the very old-fashioned owing either to artist or engraver, are inferior, is a good one. In the Pre-Raphaelitism of its artist. There's a good ghost story in this Cornhill, M188 EDWARDS gives us another excellent picture, and almost number, and some verses by Miss GREENWELL are musical and pleasant. eclipses the splendid draughtsman who supplies the other illustration The Gardener's Magazine is noticeable for a pretty account of a pair of to this number. A paper on “Defoe's Novels ” is capital reading, and robins in a fernery. The musical publicare amply catered for in Hanover the last chapters on * Talk,” will be welcomed not solely because they Square, Bond Street, and Exeter all, the latest comer, devoted to sacred are the last. London Society is scarcely up to the mark in the illustra- music. In the first named there are some most musical words of tions this month, though it has the able services of MR. John Gilbert, MR. SWINBURNB'8, set to a delicious melody by MR. MOLLOY. MR. CHARLES KEENE, and MR. A. W. COOPER to carry weight. The I have received another number of the Elizabethan, the Ipswich school weight is contributed chiefly by "Fane WOOD" and "G. BOWERS". magazine. It bears out the promise of number one. Its verse is exthe latter in the first cut to “Our Dinners” draws an arm with a cellent, and one rarely meets with decent verse even in the "growndecanter at one end, and something meant for a man at the other, that up" magazines nowadays. I am particularly pleased with will startle our best anatomists. MR. BUCHANAN tells a dramatic “ Reminiscences."

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The Ghost, The GALLANT, THE GAEL,

Gael, AND THE GOBLIN.

For hours he tried to daunt the youth,

For days, indeed, but vainly-
The stripling smiled !- to tell the truth,

The stripling smiled inanely.
For weeks the goblin weird and wild,

That noble stripling haunted ;
For weeks the stripling stood and smiled

Unmoved and all undaunted. The sombre ghost exclaimed, “Your plan

Has failed you, goblin, plainly: Now watch yon hardy Hieland man,

So stalwart and ungainly.”
“ These are the men who chase the roe,

Whose footsteps never falter,
Who carry with them where they go,

A smack of old Sir WALTER.
Of such as he, the men sublime

Who lead their troops victorious, Whose deeds go down to after-time,

Enshrined in annals glorious ! "Of such as be the bard has said

'Hech thrawfu'' raltie? rorkie !3 Wi' thecht ta' croonies clapperheads

And fash" wi' unco pawkies!'
He'll faint away, when I appear,

Upon his native heather ;
Or p'raps he'll only scream with fear,

Or p'raps the two together."

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Some years ago were hobblin' An elderly ghost of easy ways,

And an influential goblin. The ghost was a sombre spectral

shape, A fine old five-act fogy, The goblin imp, a lithe young

ape, A fine low-comedy bogy. And as they exercised their

joints, Promoting quick digestion, They talked on several curious

points And raised this delicate ques

tion : “ Which of us two is Number One

The ghostie, or the goblin ?".
And o'er the point they raised in fun

They fairly fell a-squabblin'.
They'd barely speak, and each, in fine,

Grew more and more reflective,
Each thought his own particular line

By chalks the more effective.
At length they settled someone should

By each of them be haunted,
And 80 arrange that either could

Exert his prowess vaunted.
“The Quaint against the Statuesque'

By competition lawful-
The goblin backed the Quaint Grotesque,

The ghost the Grandly Awful.
“Now," said the goblin, “here's my plan-

In attitude commanding, I see a stalwart Englishman

By yonder tailor's standing.
"The very fittest man on earik

My influence to try on-
Of gentle, p'raps, of noble birth,

And dauntless as a lion !
Now wrap yourself within your shroad-

Remain in easy hearing-
Observe--you'll hear him scream aloud

When I begin appearing!

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The spectre showed himself, alone,

To do bis ghostly battling,
With ourdling groan and dismal moan

And lots of chains a-rattling!
But no-tbe chiel's stout Gaelic stuff

Withstood all ghostly harrying,
His fingers closed upon the snuff

Which upwards he was carrying.
For days that ghost declined to stir,

A foggy shapeless giant-
For weeks that splendid officer

Stared back again defiant !
Just as the Englishman returned
The goblin's

vulgar ataring,
Just so the Scotchman boldly spurned

The ghost's unmannered scaring,
For several years the ghostly twain

These Britons bold have haunted,
But all their efforts are in vain

Their victims stand undaunted.
This very day the imp, and ghost,

Whose powers the imp derided,
Stand each at his allotted post-

The bet is undecided.
1 Thrazat' - baked potato.

· Raltie-seventeen, Rorkie-neuralgia. Thecht-underdone. • Croomie-Zoëtrope,

Clapperhead-seldom. "Fash--speculate. * Parokie-I forget what pawkie means-perhaps stewed mushrooms.

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The imp with yell unearthly-wild

Tbrew off his dark enclosure : His dauntless victim looked and smile.

With siogular composure.

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DARK MEETINGS.

OUR LIBRARY TABLE. The Platforin. 'Twist eleven and twelve. Lights down. Bones, Pompey, Sous books come to us like old friends-to be welcomed, not critiSAMBO, and other figures indistinctly visible.

cised-for they are old friends of the public too. Such a book is the BONES.-Ho, Kolimbe !

new edition of the Poetical Works of Samuel Lover. We all have about PONPBY.-Did you speak, Bones ?

twenty favourites, for which we shall look the very first thing in the Bones.-Me speaked ? No, I didn't spoke. I merely said, "Ho,

dainty pages of this new edition-and here they are sure enough, “ I'm Kolimbo."

not myself at all" and "Milly Bawn" and “Molley Carew" and POMPRY.-Was that all, Bones ?

“Native Music” and “I'm a ranting roving blade" and—but stop! BonBs.--Yes, dat was all. Didn't you spoke something?

We are transcribing the list of contents: and small blame to us, for POMPEY-No, Bones.

they are all so good it would be a shame to “make any invidious Bones. -Oh, I thought you did. I thought yon asked me if I didn't distinctions," as the undergraduate said when the Examiners asked spoke afore you speaked. H'yah, yah! I say, Pompey.

him which were the Major and which the Minor Prophets. To be sure, POMPBY.-- Well, Bones ?

we may go so far as to give tbe preference to those which it has been BonBs.—Who do you s'pose I met round de corner just now,

our pleasant privilege to hear sung by their author. Pompey?

The preface to the new edition is a valuable essuy on song-writing, POMPEY.-Can't say, I'm sure, Bonos.

which we cordially recommend for the general perusal of the public, Bones. -Oh, I met somebody roun' de corner, and he did spoke and the particular study of those music publishers, who know about wonderful.

as much about songs as monkeys do of the Differential Calculus. POMPBY.-Indeed, Bones ?

The volume is turned out in good style, with clear type, capital paper, BONES. -Oh, yes, that's so. You should have heard him spoke. the poems have been well treated, but not better than they deserve.

tasteful and appropriate binding, and plenty of illustrations; in short, He called me his forlorn and unconsidered broder. POMPEY.-You amaze me, Bones.

Mr. Lover's songs will, we are sure, find a hearty welcome in their BONES. —Yes. “My forlorn and unconsidered broder,” he says; these last have the best claim to be proud of the singer of

new form from all of us-English, Scotch, Welsh, or Irish--though "nevertheless, thou, too,” he says, "occupying certain cubic feet of space, and having within that visible temporary figure of thing forces

Native music, beyond comparing both physical and spiritual, art not only a clothes-simulacrum," he

The sweetest far on the ear that falls. says. 'Hi'yah, yah, yah! You should bare heard how he went on. Hyah, yah, yah! "More than that art thou," he says, Capabilities thou hast,” he says, “if only of the faintest. Not all of thee is black

DOUBLE ACROSTIC, tail-coat," he says; "shirt-frill, wristbands, collar, waistcoat, breeches,

No. 53. named in cant-enphemism of Jolly Dogs, Great Vances, and other the like mournful persons-of whom let your moral-philosophy take heed

They always come about this time of yearful note-bags'.” H'yab, yah, yah !

In fact, they couldn't come at any other; POMPEY.-What more did he say, Dones ?

And like great guns, they're often most severe, BONES.— I didn't stop to hear what more he said. It was about

And kick up dust enough a man to snother. pompkins, though, and Luman stupidity, and apes of the Dead Sea,

As for their name, if you perchance should know it, and immeasurable phantoms, and rotten boroughs, and flunkeys, and Your probable remark's a rude one" blow it!" rushlights, and immensitios, and economy, political and other, ground in eternal machine-music, not musical --deafening, soul-bewildering

1. and upholstery, and fashionable novelists, and tobacco-smoke, and

A remark that our cat Downing-street, and able editors, and quacks, and wind-bags.

Considers quite pat, Pompey.-You say you didn't stop to listen to all this, Bonos.

Whatever she's at: BONES.- No, I come away.

Although, as that, POMPEY.-How did you hear it then, Bones ?

It's not what she'd say to a mouse or a rat. Bones.—How did I hear it?

2. POMPBY.—Yes; if you came away, how did you hear what your friend said ?

When you travel in the East, BONES.-He came after me.

In the Sultan's terri-tory, POMPBY.-Mother kissed me in my dream.

Ev'ry other man at least Bon28.—You don't say so !

Whom you meet is sure to glory

In this title, which you'll hear
El cantant omncs.

Very often, it is clear.

3. The Law of Music.

" Aroint the witch!"

This little switch In the case of Wood v. Bogey it has been ruled that, the former having bonght the copyright of an opera, and having also bought

Defends us from thy spells ; an adaptation of that opera, but registering the adaptation in the name

Who owns the charm of the original composer, and not that of the adapter, it is com

Is safe 'gainst harm petent for the defendants to publish the adaptation. In other words,

From you, the Scotchman tells. an adaptation becomes a separate copyright, and must be registered

4. as the original creation of the adapter. What would MESSRS.

If you knew it BOOSEY say to such an application of this decision as the following?

Prhaps you'd chew itWe will put an imaginary case :-Suppose they should prohibit

Though it isn't right to do it. the use of the music of the Grande Duchesse in a burlesquemat

5. the Queen's Theatre, say. It is hardly probable that they would,

Worthy FLACCUS, for they make it a feature in their advertisements of the music

Friend of BacchU8that it is played in all the burlesques. Nevertheless, violently

And of Venus, too, a mate you! supposing they issued an injunction against the use of their copyright,

Scholars fête youwhat would they say if Mr. WALLERSTEIN “adapted” the airs, and

Schoolboys hate youregistered his “ adaptation” according to the law of the case of WOOD

But how very few translate you! v. BOONEY? Not that MR. WALLERSTEIN would try such sharp practice, for he is a gentleman. In point of fact, he did not.

ANSVER TO ACROSTIO No. 61.

S Starch H
A Grim Reality.

N Nervy
Ta distressing privations of the poor have been described by eye-

O Oneirodynia A

W Wodanio witnesses with such photographic minuteness of detail that we are led

D Deblai to suppose that the writers must be acquainted with at least one

R Ratten N branch of the beautiful science-we mean the Dry Plate system.

O Oubit T

P Patch H SUPERFLUOUS SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.—WOODCOCK's little Game.

SOLUTIONS or ACROBTK0 No. 51, RÉCEIVED MAROK 5th :-None correct.

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BAD STYLE!

A PARODY. I met a little fairy child,

After Tennyson's Last. Her hair all thread of gold;

TENNYSON stood in the wet, Not orderly, but neatly wild,

And he and his publishers met, And folded fold on fold.

His publishers cursing and swearing, A sweet smile somehow broke away,

And they said "O Tennyson tell us, From out her eyes of blue;

Have you anything good to sell us, And laughingly it seem'd to say,

The public mind it enrages, "I want to speak to you!"

To read such bosh by pages,

* The Victim' was little better, Unto the partner of my heart,

And oh! that 'Spiteful Letter.'' I turn'd and heaved a sigh;

They spoke, their poor hair tearing, To her all anxious to impart,

TENNYSON poems rehearsing, My wildest ecstacy.

Publishers cursing and swearing, She, merely looking towards her toes,

TENNYSON 8wearing and cursing. With hardly half a smile; Replied, just turning up her nose, “Yes! pretty! but bad style!

What Cheer!

A YOUNG lady, whose acquaintance Easy to be Wise after the

it is our good fortune to enjoy, is Event.

of so merry-hearted a disposition that

she declines to play on any piano orThe police, it is said, believe that

namented with a fret-work." they now have the chief movers in the Fenian Brotherhood in custody: What an infinity of misery and

Nothing Like It immensity of expense an ordinary

We see that some one is adveramount of intelligence and foresight

And this is how he saw it!

tising that he has received a stock of might have prevented! We should

eland leather from Russia for boots. not then have had the mortification of

We suppose the material is used knowing that KELLY and his notorious companion are free and Deasy in Poland for the manufacture of dancing boots, as being specially still.

suited for the 'eel-and toe of the national polka. SENBIBLE NAME FOR THE FLOWING Bowl.-A Beaker.

CHICK-WRED.-A Penny Pickwick.

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