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masters, who are above the righteous law, and can defy it. It is the TABRB is nothing better than Fun at Christmas-except - No, Casual Ward. You see the stealthy oyes shining there from under we will make no exception! There is nothing better than fun at that coarso rug, and see that they watch us as we como in. They Christmas.
are the eyes of your children—the children of our age and time. For there can be no true fun without gentle humour; no true The lost, forsaken, abandoned little ones!-the homeless boys of humour without tender charity!
London. A word in your ear, dear Reader. None but those who know how Come away and keep Christmas! to be in earnest can understand fun.
Not yet. See. We are standing on the bridge, and as we pass, What, are we serious, then? Yes. For a little while the jester other eyes peer out at us from the dark niches, where, huddled together lays down his fool's-head bauble ; he takes his privilege of the season in a shivering heap, the homeless lie upon the stone benches. Look as well as other men; and so, putting his cap and bells in his pocket, over the parapet. The moon shines high to-night, and every ripple of and covering his motley with a sober cloak, he asks you to walk with the great, broad flood that pours beneath the arch becomes a silver him, for he has that to show you which it concerns you to see.
footstep leading to the sea. Past the pool, past the low-lying shore, Nay, don't shrink back, friend. We are but a few scoro paces from past the places (how well we know them !) where we have sat at rich the wide thoroughfares where the brilliant shops glitter in a flood of men's feasts, and drank rare wines. Past' the pleasant holiday haunts light, and the roar and traffic of this vast city go on night and day. of old school-days, and here we are where the silver ripple widens into You may hear it sounding now, like a great sea-shell, as we stand here a shining flood. Off Greenhithe, and alongside the great, black hull in the dark alley that leads to the darker arches of the bridge, listening lying in the stream. Up with you, to the deck, and softly down the to the lapping of the tide against the slimy river-piles. Look there! ladder! Softly, softly, for they are all asleep. and there! Are they rats stirring where that dead wall makes dark 1 Oh, thank God! Thank God! A hundred and twenty of your ness blackness ? Rats ?—no, they are boys!-naked, hungry, famished children of the children of our age and time, on board this ship of with cold and dying of disease ;-—your children, the children of our CHRIST. A hundred and twenty young fresh faces peeping out in age and time.
childlike sleep from those long rows of hammocks on the warm lower Come away and keep Christmas! Let us go into the market first. deck. For we are on board the Chichester : the Refuge for Homeless What was that crawling among the heap of baskets there amidst the Boys, who have chosen a sea life. The silver sinks into the grey refuse? Look! the policeman turns on his bull's-eye. Boys!-pale, flood: the winter's morning breaks, and blithe as larks, these lads, emaciated, hungry-eyed, with a strange, wild, half-fearing, half-defiant so changed from their former state, that their own mothers would not look, like that of some untamed animal. See how their wet rags cling know them (alas ! how few of them have ever known !), are at their to their poor little wasted, half-frozen limbs ; how, with the cry of a prayers, and then to breakfast. Then work and play, or work that is hunted beast, they dodge into the darker shadows and are gone! almost like play, and dinner (let us say sea-pie, for every day is a meat
Your children—the children of our age and time. Come away and day here), and school and tea, and "skylarking"; and all with an koop Christmas!
absence of that suppression which kills childhood. Is this a sight A moment, first. See this dead wall. You noted it some hours worth seeing even at Christmastide ? There are twenty-two fine lads on ago, when those groups of wretched outcasts sat shivering in its one | board here waiting for the Admiralty to cut a piece of red tape and draughty corner, crouched to escape the edge of the cutting wind. admit them to serve in our navy. Now, go and keep Christmas, dear Here is the door at which they entered, leading to a wretched shed | friend, but on your way call at 8, Great Queen-street, Lincoln's Innwhere the foul odours brought out by the heat of a coke stove are un fields; and shake hands with MR. WILLIAMS, the worthy secretary, endurable. Every sense is outraged in this dreadful place; but don't who knows the name and face and history of every one of these boys, dare to whisper it, for it is the place provided by your pastors and I and leave in his hand a worthy Christmas offering.
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LONDON : December 28, 1865,
barrels as they leaves instead of dust'oles all along the pathway, and rollin' of bales of goods down on you, and drivin' like mad round the
corners, and boys a-playin' at cats up in your face, and takin' aim at ACH night when I
you with pea-shooters and cleanin' of double-barrel pistols as can fire To slumber creep,
six times out of the top winder, and shot the young woman thro' the And weary lie,
shoulder as were mendin' 'er stockin's quite 'armless, at the other side Invoking sleep,
of the way. Why, it's a wonder as every one ain't dead copses all over Beneath my pane
the place. I'm sure I'm thankful for one'; I shan't never feel safe There comes a band
myself till back agin on my native 'arth, as å fireside is a thing as they I strive in vain
don't ’ave 'ere." Their noise to stand;
Well, as I were a-sayin', I went over early for to see M88. BAY. But flat and sharp
CROFT, for she says as she should want 'elp ; not as I could be any, for Alike they scorn
I never see a woman truss a turkey like 'er; and when I see 'er throw That fiddle, harp,
the 'ead to the cat, I says as giblets were pretty eating, and if she And tooting horn.
didn't say as she didn't want no old-fashioned rubbish, as were all
English prejudice. So I shet up, and wouldn't utter another syllabub 5 Pernicious elves,
thro' feelin' hurt, as I'm sure Cranberry sauce can't eat well with, Pursuing fates!
tho' its natural food. They call themselves
So, as I wasn't no use, I says, “I'll put on my bonnet, and go and The Christmas Waits see what is a-goin' on at the end of the street," where they was 'ollerin' And, oh, so great
like mad. A noise they keep
So out I goes, and see a lot of parties on 'orseback, dressed up They make me wait
ridiculous, as they calls Fantastikles, as goes out a-shootin', a-callin' In vain for sleep.
theirselves targets, as seems to me 'ighly dangerous for to let theirToo long I've borne
selves be fired at, and 'ad a cart full of dead pigs as a young man told The hated din
me they was a-goin' to fire at. As I calls shameful waste to go and Of harp and horn
blow 'olesome pork into hatoms, and so I told 'im, as said they was And violin!
prizes, jest the same as lovely things in silver, as were to be give to
them as was fired at the longest, as is a thing I wouldn't stand myself And when for weeks
for all the pigs as ever was stuck. They've made me wake
It was a chilly day, so I didn't stop long, and good back as dinner With grunts and shrieks were early. I must say as I never eat a nicer turkey, nor yet a pumpWith run and shake,
kin pie, as weren't no more a pumpkin than my 'ead, but delicious To make it worse
custard. On Boxing-day,
I must say as them 'Merrykins eats a deal too fast for me; and 'ow My slender purse
they do it I can't think, as I'm sure there wasn't one at table as 'ad They'll tax to pay
more than a tooth and ’arf in their 'eads. Arter dinner were over, Nor let me carp
they all wanted to go out somewheres to see them shooters, as don't At nights uneasy
care for to set quiet: 80, as I were agreeable—tho' I'd 'ave give the For fiddle, harp,
world to stop at 'ome-off we sets for to get a car, as was all that And cornet wheezy!
crowded as they was do'angin' on back and front like swarms of bees.
'Ow I 'eld on I can't think, with the car a-jumpin' up and down thro' Yes; there they are !
bein' overloaded, as I felt like myself, as can't a-bear a-jumpin' up Once more they're here :
with my dinner in my throat, as the sayin' is. First heard afar,
When we got to the place where they was a-goin' to shoot, I says to Now heard anear!
MRB. BAYCROFT as I'oped they wouldn't go a-firin' at ramrods, as the In vain I vent
sayin' is, as is dreadful dangerous, and knowed a wolunteer myself as My rage and wrath,
were pinned to the earth on 'Ampstead 'Eath, as were a mercy were And wish them sent
only thro' 'is clothes, jest a-grazin' the flesh. To- Well, to Bath!
There wasn't no danger, for when we got there the shootin' were I'll stop their wails
over, but not the fightin', as were only jest a-beginnin'; and of all And yet keep snug
the fights as ever I did see it beat 'em, for 'eads was cracked as free as These nightingales
hair, and I'm sure the crack as I got on my bonnet, as tore the front Shall have their jug!
clean off, was quite enough for me.
I'ollers, “'Elp! Murder !” and a whole lot of fellors come round
me a-sayin', “Who's a-murderin' you ?". MRS. BROWN IN AMERICA.
I says, “ You will be in a instant," and I'ollers “ Perlice!" as como
up at that werry moment. I rushes at 'em for to save me, and if them THANKSGIVING-DAY.
waggerbones didn't ketch 'old on me, and what with them, and what
with the perlice a-pullin', I thought as I must 'ave been tore to I WENT to spend Thanksgiving-day along with Joe's aunt MR8.
at MRS. batomies. Ow I got away I can't think, but I did, and took to my BAYCROFT- leastways, his wife's aunt by the father's side, as must 'ave
'eels pretty quick, for there was a reg'lar row, every one a-pitchin' been born a Creole, I should say, if wool for 'air and a flat nose is
into every one else, and it 'ad got dark that sudden as I didn't see my signs, tho' the temper she showed on me just a-illudin' to sich a thing
way clear, and some'ow got turned the wrong way, and when I'd over tea one night, when she was a-eatin' of cake and treacle, and said
walked ever so far, I asked a boy, as told me wrong, and if I wasn't as she were that partial to it, and could eat a lot of cakes with it
close agin the water's hedge, and might 'ave walked into the sea but for breakfast. So I says, quite innercent-like, “In course it's natural
for a man as told me the way to the cars as they calls 'em, as it's & as you should be thro' a-comin' from the same place as I've always
mercy I'd got a dollar 'id away, or I never should 'ave got home; and 'eard as it were made by the negroes in their own country as is the
the jeers in that car thro' parties a-winkin' and sayin' as I'd been West Iogies, as my own godfather did used for to sail to and bring
&-keepin' my Thanksgiving, as I had with a wengeance, for I never 'ome poll-parrots and preserved ginger by the dozen.”
Was 80 frightened in my life, as did onght to make me thankful as I'm She up and says, "Do you mean to say as you takes me for a
alivo, and as to MRS. BAYCROFT, she don't ketch me a-thanksgivin' darkey ? i “ Well," I says, “darkey you certainly are." If she along with her as in a downright mockery, with nothink to be thankful didn't take and shy a glass of water all over mo as she were a-washin'
for, tho' certainly a lovely turkey, tho' not a fine bird to look at, as her treacle down with, and would 'ave sent the tumbler too, only 'er
the tumbler too, only 'er yaller as a guinea, and 'is legs all stretched out as they can't truss 'on arm were 'eld by some one as told 'er I didn't mean anythink; 80 wel a bit, tho that proud as they won't be taught nothink, so let 'em 'ave made it up, not as she's a woman as ever I should be partial to, but their ac
partial to, but their way is what I says, and spile their wittlos arter their own way.
h at I ara ana yet peace is peace all the world over, and when she asked me for to como Thanksgivin'-day, I says, “ With pleasure ; but," I says, “what are you a-thanksgivin' for?” “Why,” she says, “everythink.” I
A Reminiscence of the Cattle Show. say8, “And werty proper too, for I'm sure as every one 'as reason to be thankful as they ain't mashed like pertaters every hinstant, for there POLICEMAN, on duty in the galleries, (sotto voce).—"Now I wonders ain't no safety nowheres, and as to the footpaths with carts a-backin' l'ow that 'ere Khol Rabbi would eat with cold rabbit-pie ?” (and a agin you, and coal-'oles left open, to say nothink of tumblin' over ash very natural reflection too.)
place. Bond-street is an inferior imitation, and its comic song is simply trashy.
It is most satisfactory to have one of the greatest statesmen of the
age speaking to us all at this time of excitement. MR. GLADSTONE BY THE SAUNTERER IN SOCIETY.
addressing his constituents is, thanks to telegraph and printing press, UR year winds up rather gloomily
addressing all England. Let us listen to him, and profit by his it must be admitted—and a most
wisdom. One portion of a recent speech deserves especial notice and eventful year it has been! If it
study, and will, I most sincerely hope, counteract the mischief to which were only for the show opened |
panic always gives rise. On the subject of Fenianism, he advises us
first of all not to lose our heads, and, secondly, not to con found the cause by our respected ally across the Channel we might count it a
of Fenianism with the cause of Ireland. That sentence will do more
damage to the conspiracy, and more good to Ireland, than anything remarkable one. But we have had to make some striking re
that has been done yet!
No one can hope to keep up with the literature of the day, there is cords in the page of our own
so much to read now. history. The passing of the Re
So it often happens that, while one is sifting
dross, one has no time to look about, and consequently one misses a form Bill by the Conservative Government, and the lawless acts
gem at times. Now there's a gem which, I think, no one who feels an of the Fenian conspirators, are
| interest in literature and criticism should miss; so I'll do my little best
to draw attention to it. “The Literary Lounger" of the Illustrated not unimportant passages in our national chronicles. The result
Times—one of the ablest critical papers we have-contains a brief of the Abyssinian war will have
essay on writers and reviewers and their duty, which should be “made to be scored to '68, but its com
| a note of " and learnt by heart by every literary man and critic. It is mencement dates '67, and adds
sound, wise, and honest, yet withal kindly, generous, and considerate. another item to the record.
Why special constables ? That is the question everybody is ask
An old friend goes, that act alone is the salvation of their country; they might as well
Across the snows, hope to save it by hissing on the capitol! Specials are well-enough
A new friend comes apace; for a special day's work, when their moral influence will tell. But if
The month that brings you swear in the whole London Directory, will that prevent the Fenians
The new friend sings from throwing Greek fire, or carrying about barrels of gunpowder ?
Farewell to the old face. I presume it is hardly intended that the amateurs should do night duty, and assist the regular police in keeping order. I suppose it is hardly contemplated to withdraw the police from certain duties and allow the specials to take their place-for instance, to regulate the
He came to power in a troublous time, traffic on London-bridge; or, see that beer is not “drunk on the pre
Over a grave and when a fearful crime i mises" on Sundays at prohibited hours. Then what is the use of the
Had thrilled a nation in its manhood's prime. specials ? POPKINS armed with his truncheon, and adorned with his
2. armlet may strike terror to any soul always excepting that of the
In the great cathedral, dim | street boy. But the fact that POPKINS has that weapon and that decora
With faint incense, came the hymn. tion on the hall table while he is lapped in oblivion and best Whitney
From the worshippers I heard blankets, will not alarm the Fenians who are dropping down the
Oft, most musical, this word. Thames to Millbank with a cargo of explosives. If the police force is
3. not large enough to cope with the difficulties of the situation let the I asked a fair lady to tell me her mind, police force be immediately increased, not only in the rank and file but Should I bring her a gift then, or leave it behind ; at head-quarters. It is time that the satrapy of Sir RICHARD MAYNE
She answered in accents canoodling and pleasant, should cease-he should have the aid and guidance of new, young, and
And said in one word “there's no time like the present." active commissioners. SINCE I wrote my paragraph about Mr. S. May's loss by the fire at
Some men like leeks, we read, and some like inions, Her Majesty's, a letter from him has appeared in the papers, and
What word says all men have the same opinions. another from MR. MAPLESON has been published also. I think MR. MAPLBSON might have been contented with the sympathy and active support his loss has won for him. His letter appears to me ungracious
He wore a coat by POOLE and uncalled-for. Exertions are being made on his behalf by influen
Yet he looked a shocking fool; tial people, and be need hardly grudge Mr. May a share of the public
His sweetheart, playful miss, sympathy. His letter by the way contains one very odd expression.
E'en dared to call him this. We have all-heard ladies speak of silk dresses so rich that they “stood up by themselves." MB. MAPLEBON introduces us to costumes that What the "avis in terris" was like a bird black, “assist” other costumes. MR. MAY's loss is not included by Mr. With wings that looked noble high-arched on its back MAPLEson in his own estimate of twelve thousand pounds, a sum which
I've forgotten to say it's in Latin this word, seems large when one remembers that the scenery dresses and appoint
An adjective you'll find applied to this bird. ments at Her Majesty's never gave one the impression that there was a lavish outlay on new articles.
It comes and it goes and we find to our cost, MR. E C. BARNBB, the well-known painter, was among the first to
Our hair getting thin and our suppleness lost; visit the scene of the explosion at Clerkenwell, and made a careful and
And yet while our memory happens to last elaborate sketch of it. He has since painted a finished picture, which
It's pleasant to look back on this in the past. . has been photographed by the Stereoscopic Company and will no doubt command a large sale. It is most minutely accurate and so admirably done that it might well pass, even among the knowing ones,
ANSWER TO ACROSTIC No. 41. . for a photograph from nature. Apropos of the Stereoscopic Company,
Orb I wish they would give us the derivation of the name they have con
Piu ferred on their Christmas novelty. “Zoetrope," is certainly not Greek
E Eglamor R to us, although it is perhaps intended to bear some resemblance to that
R Rammohun N language.
A Avoset T The Illustrated Catalogue of MESSRS. CASSELL, PETTER AND GALPIN is a book to buy. It contains some of the best of Doré's drawings, COR RECT SOLUTIONS OF ACROSTIC No. 41, RÝCEIVED 24th DxO :J. 1. G.; with a number of other fine illustrations, admirably printed on the
Bunnie Price; Betsy H. best possible paper. No lover of good woodcuts should fail to get it.
I don't think much of the musical magazines. Hanover-square con- If a man is injured in a railway accident what is the best place for tains nothing very striking-its best things are "jiggy" and common- him to go to 2-'Ealing, we suppose.
HOW SHE LOVES HIM!
SIR A.-My bitter curses-
DOODY (diplomatically).-Ah, shut up, ye ould fiend! ACT I. SCENE 1.-Snuggleton-super-Mare. Mr. NETTLETOP discovered
[Drives him into a corner of the room. He kicks. much bandaged, looking through telescope at ladies bathing.
ACT III. MR. N.-I am divoreed from my wife-it doesn't clearly appear PUBLIC APOLOGY.-The writer of this summary is sorry to say that he how, for although I allowed her to think I went astray, I was guilty cannot distinctly dissociate this Act from its predecessor- neither can he neither of cruelty nor desertion, as the act requires. I find I still love recal its incidents in anything like chronological order. He has a vivid her, and in order to induce her to return to my arms, I affect to be an recollection of seeing MR. HARB shamming ill on a couch of a dialogue utterly helpless invalid, and in that enticing character I expect to entertainment between Miss Wilton and her Heart-of a pedantic doctor prove irresistible.
in attendance on MR. HARE-of a chop-house waiter kicked over by Mr. Enter B&PCHER SPRAWLEY.
Hare in a fit (or perhaps this was in the fourth act, or the second), and of SPRAWLEY.-Haw! I am only a younger son. Haw!
MRS. LEIGH MURRAY, as Lady Selina Raffletieket, earning a swindling Enter Mrs. NBTTLETOP.
living by collecting money for supposed charitable purposes. The writer Mrs. N.-I was divorced from my husband, by collusion, while the regrets the confusion that exists in his mind as to the manner in which Queen's Proctor wasn't looking.
these incidents bear upon the development of the plot, and tenders his sincere SPRAWLEY.—Jus' so! Yaas! Haw! And now you want to return apologies to every one whom the matter may concern. to him.
ACT IV.-MR. NETTLETOP's bedroom. Mr. NETTLETOP on a couch Mrs. N.-Mr. Sprawley!
conveniently placed in the middle of the room. Bed in a cupboard. SPRAWLEY.-Yaas! You intend to square it up with him or with
Half-a-dozen Doctor's surrounding the patient, me-I don't know which. But it'll be one or the other. Have made a heavy book on it! Yaas! Haw!
ALL THE DOCTORS.-We will electrify him. [Exeunt the Doctors. w a s
MR. N.-As I am only shamming ill in order to induce my late wife [Exeunt MRS. NETTLETOP and SPRAWLEY.
to return to me, what is more natural than that I should call in six Enter Miss ATALANTA CRUISER and Dick BARTLEY.
eminent doctors to a consultation on my case ? M188 A.-Dick, we love one another!
Enter MRs. NETTLETOP. Diok H.-We do! (Long speech about love's devotion, affection's tribute,
Mrs. N.-Mr. Nettletop, I heard you were at your last gasp-and memory's offering, fc.)
Miss A.-By the bye, as we are going to be married, would it not as you said something about leaving your money to my next husband be as well if I were to introduce you to my adopted father ?
I thought I'd come and see if you are worse. Dick H.-Well, on the whole, perhaps it would be as well.
MR. N.-Better-Well-Quite Well!
Mrs. N.-My own husband !
[They elope. Doody (to his master).—Ah, thin, y'ould blaygaird !
SPRAWLEY.--I have come here to call out Nettletop, as he is at his Sir A. (sternly).-No, sir, I am not-nothing of the sort, sir!
last gasp. Ha! he's gone-and some one approaches. For no parMiss A. (adroitly cutting in to put a stop to a painful family squabble).
ticular reason I will pretend that I am he! -Oh, here is a young man whom I love.
[Puts on NETTLETOP's nightcap and dressing-gown, and gets into NETTLESir A.-Ha! Then I will give him ten thousand a year!
TOP's bed. [Makes necessary preparations.
Enter Doctors with Electric Battery. Dick H.-Ah, sir-I am a penniless orphan; and love in a cottage,
Doctors.-Apply the shock to the patient. on a halfpenny a day, is, to my thinking, a more desirable lot than a
[They apply the shock to SPRAWLEY, who kicks. gilded ox and contentment withal.
TABLEAU.-SPRAWLEY dressed in somebody else's electric shock. Sir A.-Yet you will not reject the settlement I propose to make ? Dick K.-Well, perhaps not!
ACT V.-Dick HARTLEY'S Cottage at Putney (Capital Scene).
Enter DicK HARTLEY and ATALANTA. ACT II. Scene 1.— Interior of Somebody's House-—possibly MRS.
Dick H.-Now we are married, and have eight hundred a year from NETTLETOP's, or Sir ABEL HOTSPUB's. ,
some office. Enter Mrs. NETTLETOP and SPRAWLEY.
Miss A.–Also a baby! SPRAWLEY.-Haw! I love you! Yaus!
Enter Sir Abel and Doody. . · Enter MR. NETTLETOP.
SIR A.-I am a changed man. I find that my wife was innocent, MR. N.-Madam, I wish to speak to you on family matters. Purely and I have always wronged her. My temper is considerably imon business.
proved, and I now allow my servant Doody to call me abominable Mrs. N.- Be seated, sir.
names without expostulation. MR. N.-Madam, I have only a few minutes to live, so I have Doody.—Ah, ye blatherin' ould divil ! walked over here to tell you that I have made my will in your next Dick H.-My father! husband's favour-whoever he may be.
SIR A.-My son!
[They embrace. MRB. N.-Generous creature! [They fing themselves into each other's arms.
Enter Mr. and Mrs. NETTLETOP.
MR. N.-I am once more married to my wife.
Mrs. N.-From which you will see “How She Loved Him!”
CURTAIN. Enter Sir ABEL HOTSPUR in perambulator, driven by Doody,
OURSELVES.-Singularly loose, sloppy, and inconsequent in its con- Doody (candidly).—Ah, ye disreputable old hound !
struction. Excellently written in parts—well written throughout; Sir A. (severely).–Rude Doody!
but many of the incidents are preposterously farcial. It is admirably Enter Dick and ATALANTA.
acted by Miss WILTON, MRS. LEIGH MURRAY, M188 Foote, MR. HARE, DICK H.-Sir, I have just heard your name—it is Abel Hotspur. I
and Mr. BANCROFT. MR. MONTAGUE played a bad part in a gentledid not know it before-homehow, although I am engaged to your
manly, unassuming manner. Mr. REYNOLDS, good. First and last adopted child, and have been living in the same village with you for
scenes very well painted. The piece should be immediately cut down
to hree acts, and the electric battery burnt. some days, it never occurred to me to inquire your name, nor has Atalanta ever mentioned it. Now, however, that I have heard it, I recognise it as that of a disreputable old father I once had, who deserted my mother because he wrongfully suspected her of infidelity to
Very Rickety. him. You-you-are my father-and I am
Messrs. RICKETT AND Co., the well known coal merchants have, we Sir A. (breathless).—Yes-yes-go on-you are ?
hear, concluded a contract for the supply of coals to a large manufacDick H.-Your son!
turing establishment. How things change! In our younger days SIR A.-Amazement !
RIQUBT was associated with the Tuft, now it's Rickett with the Dick H.-But I disown you; and Atalanta and I will fight the Tendered. world together. My income is nothing a year-we can live comfortably, if not showily, on that, and put something by for a rainy Knot for (SIR) JOSEPH." Which of my three shall I back for the day.
[Exit, to draw his first quarter's salary. | Derby?”.
So welcome, Eighteen Sixty Eight,
Farewell to Sixty-Seven! Another step toward that dim gate
That shuts us off from Heaven. And when a few more years have rolled
Beneath the churchyard yew, one Will keep no reckoning of the old,
No record of the New One. Come life or death, by Heaven's will, _The grave may claim its booty, Ere long! but while she' living, still
A man may do his duty. 'Tis idle at one's fate to scold,
Though many ills pursue one, Don't rail against the year that's old,
Don't over-rate the New One.
THE NEW YEAR.
Another year succeeds it !
Since every body needs it.
(I doubt if we shall yiew one!) And very like the year that's old
I think you'll find the New One.
Some guidance in the shaping,
By polishing or scraping.
You'll never have to rue one :-
You'll find, too, in the New One.
Be prompt (there's much in quickness) In act and word to find a charm
For poverty and sickness.
The friend is that's a true one: -
Then keep him in the New One. You'll have your share of pains and aches,
Your troubles and your crosses,
Your perils and your losses.
Yet patient-'tis the due one,
Then bear them in the New One.
Nothing Strange. The Pall Mall draws attention to the fact that the French are applying the Los Talionis in matters dramatic, by performing Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Gulliver, etc. It states that the French theatres are playing Marlborough and Jack Shepphard, and adds, as if surprised, that those “ personages are described as celebrated Eoglish heroes." There is nothing so very remarkable in this! Has our contemporary never heard people speak of SHAKESPEARE and MR. Tox TAYLOR AS English dramatists ?
A Botanical Question. A CORRESPONDENT who has heard of a Bricklayer's Plant, writes to inquire, whether it is a Lime or a Plum(b). We think it likely that it is a Wall-filower.