EARLY GENIUS. "Bless 'is little 'art, he takes to it as natural as hanythink." PEEL ON THE PAVEMENT. The Apartment of LORD GABERDINE. He is discovered in a Scotch Gaberdine. Expelled! Turned out! Censured! And my place immediately taken by my hateful rival, who has fixed upon me the name of Imbecile, and who goes into office pledged to injure, to the utmost of his power, my friend of forty years, the EMPEROR MALACHITE. JAUNTY in office. Ha! ha! What does the ridiculous old man mean, at his time of life, by assuming such duties. I-yes-but I am another kind of person. Temperate and virtuous, I am hale and hearty, and intellect is in full vigour-whereas he-but what boots talking? my Enter OLDCASTLE. Olde. Much. I talked remarkably well on retiring, and I flatter myself that I rather took the change out of JOHNNY FUSSEL. Also I assured my hearers that I lay awake at nights thinking Gab. There-there, man. I heard you. But what is to be done? Gab. Done, man. Though you did nothing in the War Office you And he has the confidence of a very large and powerful class-the religious world. If I were making a Cabinet, I would have him. Sherbet. His theological views are so wrong-and then he consorts with schismatics. But if he is so valuable as you say, why PALMERSTON is the more to be pitied-poor man- -for losing his services. Gab. Yes, that's the way to look at it. One to us. Bull out of our China-shop. [All laugh. We've driven the Nineveh Gab. You don't mean that? Has he given up LAYARD? Sherbet. Not given him up, but we have managed another man into! the place PAM meant for him. Gab. Bravo, and yet people undervalue your talents, my Puseyites. Why, man, that's a splendid coup. Fiddle. LAYARD would have been a nuisance, for he is a man of undoubted talent, great courage, and much force of will. He would have been somebody in the Cabinet, and PALMERSTON would have made him a right-hand man, especially when Fox MAULE-PANMURE I mean -was laid up. Everything is much better as it is. The man we have put into the place won't give much trouble. Who do you think it is? Gab. Bless me, I can't guess. Sherbet. Think of the most unlikely man to be acceptable to the people who complain of routine and red-tape. Gab. O, I don't know-CARDWELL? Fiddle. No, no-and by the way, I've something to say about that gentleman. He has obtained his own consent to take a certain place. If a crash comes, don't be surprised to see him PALMERSTON'S Chancellor of the Exchequer. Gab. I always thought him one of us. Fiddle. He has got some notions about the country requiring a larger policy than that which answered in peace time, and, in fact, he is ambitious. Sherbet. And as he understands figures as well as you do- Sherbet. At least he speaks very well. Fiddle. Matter of opinion. But we were talking of LAYARD'S place. You have not guessed, GABERDINE. Do you give it up? Gab. Yes-out with it. Fiddle. FRED PEEL. Gab. Come-come. You won't make me believe that. FRED PEEL! As you say, red-tape and routine with a vengeance. Why, of all the fellows who believe that the world would be all right if every letter the head. I have heard that he binds up his old Bradshaws. By Jove, that is written were duly endorsed, filed, and indexed, FRED PEEL is the public will stand a good deal if they stand, that. How incensed PALMERSTON must be. Sherbet. We put the screw on, Gab. Well, I will say it does you credit. If anything could paralyze the department, you've done it. "PAM will get very little reputation out of his new Home Office. They laugh. Fiddle. I'm bound to say, however, that sometimes the screw won't work. At Windsor for instance. Gab. But what a man to put up! Fiddle. You should have seen HAYWHIP when he was told to move the writ, or else that CHARTERIS should do it! Gab. ELCHO, you mean. Fiddle. How tenacious these new Knights are of giving everybody his title. Yes. But PALMERSTON wouldn't stand it. We thought we should have slipped HOPE in. But the old lion was roused, and RICARDO sits for Windsor. Gab. Don't know him. Non mi RICARDO. Fiddle. Every way the better man-honestly speaking-only one grudges PALMERSTON a hit. However in keeping out SHAFTESBURY and LAYARD, and putting in PEEL, I think the account is pretty well Gab. I never saw siccan a helpless creature.-Ha! Here come the balanced. officials-ha! ha! Enter FIDDLEFADSTONE and KIDNEY SHERBET. Fiddle. How do you do, GABERDINE? OLDCASTLE, I hope that you can sleep at night now. KIDNEY says that having nothing but a few trumpery Colonies to mind, he feels quite relieved. I am just where I was, of course. Gab. Not quite, we're told. Something has reached us about a CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER who refused to ask for a Loan, and about a PREMIER who insisted on being master in his own Cabinet. Fiddle (angrily). You have not got the right story at all. Besides, it was the wish of a certain exalted-however, that's all nothing. Í shall do what, under the circumstances-and circumstances change every day is good for the country. Gab. With a wry face, though. Fiddle. Læso doloris remedium inimici dolor. He has been obliged to give up SHAFTESBURY. Sherbet. Yes, I think we have thrown over the Evangelical. None of your Exeter Hall men for me. Gab. And the loan business is forgiven ? Fiddle. Forgiven on my own part, of course, as becomes a Christian -whether it may be for the advantage of my country that I should hereafter inflict chastisement, on public grounds, depends upon cir cumstances. Gab. Well, gentlemen, I must dress, so I won't detain you, but I make you all and each my compliments, and I tell you what, my boys,if you continue to strew peel on the pavement before PAM's door with the same assiduity, who knows but you may succeed in tripping him up. Enter MR. PUNCH. MR. PETO, being about to make a Balaklava railway, has been made a baronet. The navvies, therefore, may in the fulness of their full of energy and zeal, and one who has done good things in his time. pride, hail their master as not only a baronet, but as a wheelbarrownet. Olde. Well, I don't know. SHAFTESBURY is a single-minded fellow, SONG TO SCURSIONISTS.-BY A HAND OF THE "RUBY." I HOPES I loves most folks ashore, But I've least pity for the sick And when I hears 'em bawling Steward, I says, says I, my piteous coves, The Rail she runs from London Bridge, To the Marine Parade, Because you cannot spend your browns A man's a Nass that's sick at sea, At him I do deride, But women is a tender flower, And delicate inside; And when I sees 'em stoop their heads, Unable to contain, I feels inclined to kick the brutes That brought 'em on the main. Their little small contrairy ways And safe to rush where Neptune's splash I pities them, and pities more And when they reaches, pretty dears, But many folks is precious Mokes, Our Capting's obserwation should Gives hope to the needy, and promise of war; Be constant kep in mind, Economy as makes us sick Is of a spurious kind."-JIM SWOBBER. Oh, who is more proud than the scamp with a vote, Let no Briton for nothing his vote ever give, But for months by its means like a fighting-cock live; The clubs they send forth an industrious race, * Query, Bank of England.-Printer's Devil. AN ARTIST AND A BABY. IF any confirmation were wanted of the truth that "men are but children of a larger growth," it would, we think, be found in the following advertisement, which appeared the other day in the second column of the Times: TEN POUNDS REWARD.-LOST, by an artist, on Saturday, between Charles Street. St. James's Square, and Coventry Street, a CORAL BROOCH, set in gold, with a coral and gold drop, representing three grapes; a coral hand, holding two small coral charms-a pig and a chair, is attached to the brooch by a coral and gold chain. Whoever will bring it to 5, Cradle Street, St. James's Square, shall receive the above reward. As the reader may suppose, we have altered the address: partly for the reason that we don't wish to be personal, and partly because we think that the word which we have substituted, is slightly more appropriate than that which we suppress. It must, we think, be viewed as a sign of second childhood, when we find a grown up baby with a coral for a plaything: for that's the only use to which we fancy that the corals above-mentioned could be put. Why such things are called "charms" we are too ignorant to know, and too hot to try and guess. If we look at them as ornaments, there seems nothing very charming in a pig" and a "chair;" and, not being of "the faithful," we have no faith in such relics as being capable of "charming" in a superstitious sense. A brooch is not a common thing for men to wear; and had not the word "artist" been put in the advertisement, we might have thought some charming woman was the owner of these charms, in which case, of course our sympathy would have stopped our criticism. But we must confess, we feel no pity for a man for losing what was neither of ornament nor use to him. Had this artist lost his cutty, he would have had our instant sympathy, but we have none to throw away on him for losing what by rights should never have belonged to him. An artist who is capable of wearing coral charms, we really almost think would try to grow a mauve moustache. The Strength of the Sex. A WOMAN'S tongue is a sharp weapon that she should never draw excepting in her selfdefence, and then only after the 'strongest provocation. That weapon, sharp as it is, is never so effective, as when tempered with mercy.-The Hermit of the Haymarket. For the freemen of Glo'ster, who dwell by the waves, They need not the pleasures that riches supply, The gin and the whiskey, brown brandy and pale. Remember the moment when Aylesbury fell! The shrieks of the conquered, the conquerors' yell, The votes that they bought, and the voters they squared- AN UNPARDONABLE OFFENCE.-There is one thing that the most successful man rarely succeeds in-and that is in making others forgive him his success. PUNCH'S ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT. UGUST 6. Saturday. Mr. Mid- general do not appreciate this valuable quality in the Articles, and object to come under them. This fact was brought out in a discussion on the Reserve Force of Seamen Bill, when LORD CLARENCE PAGET, who was himself Mr. Midshipman in the Asia, at Navarino, allowed that many of the Articles were old fashioned, and said that they were being re-edited. A hypocritical measure, professing to restrain Corrupt Practices at Elections, was continued." It reminds folks of the taunt of the silly constable in Measure for Measure. "Dost see now, thou wicked varlet, what has come upon thee. Thou art to continue," and it is about as nonsensical. The Election Committees also "continued," in their way, and people are really shocked at the wickedness of poor people in being so ready to sell what rich people are so eager to buy. For some reason or other the Universities, on MR. GLADSTONE'S motion, were exempted from the operation of the Weights and Measures Bill. The Homeric statesman is probably partial to Troy weight, and would serve out moist sugar "Softly sweet in Lydian measures." things, he complimented ELCHO, who had referred to lexicographic SAMUEL for a definition of "neutrality," for having taken all pains to instruct and inform his mind by a reference to the all-but-inaccessible pages of DR. JOHNSON." LORD JOHN made a neat, very happy, and perfectly unfair comparison of VICTOR EMANUEL to WILLIAM THE THIRD; and LORD PALMERSTON was exceedingly funny (borrowing the idea from Bubbles of the Day) about the uncomfortable position of the POPE, sitting upon so many bayonets. It will be seen, therefore, that everybody did his best to promote the harmony of the evening, and the party did not separate until a late hour, nearly three. It just occurs to Mr. Punch, that he has not mentioned the subject of the debate. It is really of very little consequence how a pleasant evening is brought about; but the curious may as well be informed that the Conservatives pretended to wish to pledge Government not to go into any congress about Italian affairs, and Government pretended to be indignant at any notion of being fettered, but declared that they had no intention of congressing. Of course there was no division,why, it was only two days from St. Grouse. Tuesday. We don't kill a pig every day, as the song says; and after some Militia talk in the Lords, they were off before six. The Commons had a personal matter before them, a squabble about the Pontefract Election, wherein MR. OVEREND, M.P., appears to have been too keen for MR. HUDSON late M.P.'s friend MR. LEEMAN, and to have rather cooked the goose of a MR. CHILDERS (first syllable short, as in guilders), a descendant of the celebrated Flying ditto. This naturally kept them; but as soon as that was over, and the case of a poor boy, stated to have been illegally enlisted, and killed by the discipline of Parkhurst, came on, the House, as naturally, was Counted Out. Monday. This was a Great Night, according to Parliamentary measure of greatness. An actor, who estimates the value of a part by the number of "lengths," would have been in ecstacies with the quantity of talk, only that it was fairly divided. The Times surrenders twenty-five columns and a half to the debates. In the Lords, NORMANBY that venerable, or at least old Peer (as MR. BRIGHT would say), opened upon the Peace of Villafranca, and declared that the world believed its terms to have been patched up by LORD PALMERSTON and M. DE PERSIGNY. The disgust of LORD P. at its being suggested that he had tried to make peace anywhere, must be a thing to be conceived a rather than described. LORD N. praised Austria through thick and thin, whatever that, extremely ridiculous and entirely vulgar phrase may mean, and had actually good words for the GRAND DUKE OF TUSCANY. When LORD HEN and all his novels are gone where the weak niggers go, one MRS. ELIZABETH BROWNING'S look out of Guidi House Windows, and her womanly belief that the lips of the DUKE LEOPOLD, which were warm with his children's kisses," could not utter" a cold lie" (they did, though), will preserve that False Duke's memory for the scorn of a century. LORD WODEHOUSE said what was proper in reply to HEN's charge that our Government had been an adviser in the matter, but admitted that LORD JOHN RUSSELL had acted as Postman. The attempt of the Dissenters to get into the management of Endowed Schools was squashed for the present, the BISHOP OF LONDON coming out with some mild ridicule of what his respected Lordship termed the imaginary grievances of our dissenting brethren. Those abominable, atheistic, superstitious, schismatic bigots, the Dissenters, have been rather civil to DR. TAITE, because he went preaching in beggarly neighbourhoods, and to omnibus men and other canaille, as if a Bishop fancied that he ought not to leave such dirty souls to the inferior clergy; but Zion, and Jireh, and Mahershalalhashbosh will now be down upon Fulham. But the Grand Bang was in the Commons. Nearly all the best fireworks went off the GLADSTONE Catharine-wheel, fizzing three ways at once; the WHITESIDE "maroon, to imitate cannon," and a bad imitation too; the JOHN RUSSELL Jack-in-the-Box; the DISRAELI Flower-pot, remarkable for its flower of brimstone; the HENNESSEY Roman candle, a new affair, and not ineffective, but for its ill odour of sanctity; and the PALMERSTON pot de feu, throwing everything but a light upon the subject. The whole business was a Do; and the Daily News uncivilly announced in the morning that LORD ELCHO, the promoter of the fray, had been made safe. But the debate was really a good one, and GLADSTONE, especially, whacked the blue book of LORD MALMESBURY's despatches in a way that did honour to his hand and arm. He warmed to his work, and smashed into LORD ELCHO like a good one, making all sorts of smart hits. Among other Wednesday. The Lords cut away at heaps of Bills; and LORD CAMPBELL volunteered an utterly uncalled-for declaration that he was ment are not uncommon in the Lords, who never laugh at one another; opposed to a man's marrying his sister-in-law. These spurts of sentiand a Peer might get up and say he liked oysters with their beards on, or didn't think camphorated chalk good for the teeth, without exciting a smile. And if it were otherwise, you might as reasonably expect to rile the male Hippopotamus at the Gardens by laughing at the female, as annoy our friend CAMPBELL by laughing at him; and if it did vex the brave old Scotch trump, LORD PUNCH would sooner spend an evening with VISCOUNT WILLIAMS, or on the river, than do it. to a Committee, who finally reported that on the whole MR. CHILDERS The Overend bother again in the Commons, and the matter referred had been queerly used, and ought to be replaced in a position in which the law makes it utterly impossible that he should be replaced. This is the sort of justice that may be expected from Committees, and no other kind will be got until a regular legal tribunal takes cognisance of election wrongs. Then there was a really important debate about the Indian Army, on Bill, which passed, authorising the keeping 30,000 English soldiers in India, but nobody was much interested in this, and probably a house might not have been kept, but for a subsequent debate on a motion about the way electors are "waked up" at Wakefield. Thursday. An Indian debate in the Lords, and LORD PUNCH's friend, LORD LYVEDEN, made his début, beginning by saying "he could not do"-something or other. Nobody ever supposed he could do anything, except dress 'so neatly and talk so fluently that young officials were momentarily deluded into admiring him. LORD ELLENBOROUGH wanted strong measures in India, and was pleased that MR. JAMES WILSON was going out to take the finances in hand, though as there are no finances, JAMES's place looks like a sinecure. The Commons had another Count Out, but first had a little Catholic row, NEWDEGATE abusing and BowYER defending CARDINAL WISEMAN, on a Bill exempting Catholic Trusts from proper investigation. The amended Divorce Bill was passed, the clause for keeping out the public on certain occasions being rejected, though SIR R. BETHELL says that the Divorce Court is the resort of "a jeering, laughing, and prurient mob," eager to hear what no clean-minded person would wish to hear. Friday. Penultimate sitting. No end of work done. Also, LORD DENMAN (we need hardly say that this is not the clever LORD DENMAN, but quite t'other) volunteered the information, that a cousin of his, name unknown, had written to him to say that, in the unknown cousin's opinion, LORD MALMESBURY had been an admirable Foreign Minister. In the Commons, another Bribery victim was sacrificed-HOARE, of Hull. MR. FITZROY announced that he did not like to stop the Sunday music in the Parks, as requested by certain Sabbatarians. MR. MELLOR expounded the hard case of two men who had received a very heavy sentence of penal servitude for stealing oil-cake, but as the judges were magistrates at quarter sessions, and the men were said to be poachers, the wonder is that they were not at once executed in the court-yard of the Sessions' House. MR. BRADY then tried his hand with a private grievance; but this was felt to be too much, and the House was counted out for the last time. Saturday. The ultimate day. Everything being huddled up and bundled out of the way, LORD CAMPBELL sent for the Commons, into the House of Lords, and delivered the following sentiments on the part of His Royal Mistress. You may go. You have been good boys. But next Session you must really do Something. I should be glad, of course, to promote peace and quietness. I have sent a Plenipo to Pekin. I am unaware that I am going to be quarrelled with. Especially in regard to money matters. I am extremely obliged for Military and Naval reserves. I am rejoiced that the country is happy and content. The usual bowing and handshaking having been performed, exeunt omnes. And so Mr. Punch, with infinite satisfaction to himself and the world, once more bottles up the Essence of Talk. Would he could as easily bottle up the Essence of Thames. Plaudite. DEFEND US FROM OUR DEFENDERS! "PUNCH, "NEWSPAPERS to my mind are intolerable nuisances, and I don't often waste my time and temper in perusing them. But the other day I had to undergo a railway journey, and as the train of course was late (these newfangled conveyances are never punctual to their time), I walked up to the bookstall and asked for the John Bull, that being the only paper which an Englishman may read without being disgusted with low revolutionary sentiments. Haven't a John Bull, Sir, but here's last week's Examiner, if that will do as well for you.' This was the insulting answer I received. Of course the fellow knew that the Examiner was one of the most radical of papers, and seeing by my face that I was Tory to the bone, the blackguard, Sir, no doubt said what he did to chaff me. Being ignorant, however, of its revolting character, I paid my sixpence for the paper, and was surprised to find in some respects, that it was worth the money. In an article, for instance, upon the getting up of Rifle Clubs, I came upon the following most sensible remarks: "There are certain persons in this country who do not hesitate to advocate the arming and equipment, at the cost of the State, of the several hundreds of thousands of men, who with no qualification beyond a stout heart and brawny arms, would claim their right to be enrolled in defence of the kingdom. This would be creating a national force with a vengeance. Why, every common day labourer, whose whole year's wages would not perhaps amount to the price of his rifle and uniform, would come forward as a volunteer, and the State would not only be putting arms into the hands of this dangerous class, but actually teaching them how to use these weapons after they had got them." "This reductio ad absurdum is excellently put. The idea of common labourers being trusted with rifles seems to my mind, I confess, too preposterous to dream of. Besides the danger to the State, only think of the great peril to our partridges and pheasants. As the Examiner points out: : "Hitherto our admirable game laws have, in a measure, served to keep the great mass of the people ignorant of the use of fire-arms; witness the majority of our recruits, who on joining the army scarcely know the difference between the butt and the barrel of their muskets; but once give every grown man a rifle, and instruct him how to hit a target at 500 yards, in a few years there will be as many dead shots in England as there are in Kentucky; and although invaders might thus be kept at a distance, it would be at the expense of all we hold most dear; from such men no pheasant would be safe, no deer park would be sacred." "A pretty prospect, truly! Defend us, say I, from having such defenders! It is very well to look to the preserving of the country, but we must also keep an eye to the preserving of our pheasants. I for one have far more fear of poachers than invaders. England without the Game Laws would not be safe to live in: and who could hope to see the Game Laws kept in force, when 'every grown man' had a rifle, and knew how to use it? "People talk with some alarm of the defenceless state of England, but it frightens me far more to think of the defenceless state of my plantations. As it is, by keeping up a standing force of gamekeepers, I manage that my pheasants sleep in tolerable safety; but if rifles be sown broadcast among our poaching population, no army of observation that I could hope to organise would be sufficient to keep watch on their nocturnal movements. "But a still more clinching proof of the necessity there is to keep our Rifle Clubs select, and to admit no Volunteers but men of known position, is found in the concluding passage of the article: "We are quite prepared to hear the advocates of anarchy and socialism contend that a man may be unable to pay £10 for his weapon and dress, and yet be attached to his country, if only by the selfish tie of a home and a family, which he would desire to defend if attacked by an invading foe. Such claptrap hardly requires "Precisely my opinion, Punch. These Rifle Clubs, you may depend on it, are innovations fraught with danger, and it behoves us to be chary of affording them encouragement. Government has done wisely in damping to some measure the ardour that has flamed for them, and I think the more cold water that is thrown on it, the better. For only just consider, once place the working-men and the well bred ones on a footing (which we should do by admitting them alike, as Volunteers), and where, pray, is the social quality to stop? We should ere long have our peers hobnobbing with our peasants; and our lords, from standing next them, may form friendships with our labourers. In short, there is no saying how these Rifle Clubs may harm us, if we don't take care to keep them properly exclusive. Equality of footing is the thin edge of the wedge, and when the wedge is driven home, all the bulwarks of Old England will be split up for a bonfire, and Republicans and Chartists will dance around it in delight! (or I might be carried off by the miasma of the river), I quite expect "As my life is well insured, and I am not a Member of Parliament to live to see my worst predictions realised. Meantime, Punch, I remain, with great contempt for your contemporaries (the Examiner excepted), "Your obedient humble servant, "ONE OF THE OLD SCHOOL." Note.-As we have no wish to deprive any paper of its privileges, we should much regret to weaken the force of this exception. But we feel constrained to state, that we believe the quoted article was meant to be ironical; and by writing as he has done, 'One of the Old School,' has only shown his length of (y)ears. "That's the way the Money Goes." IN an article the other day upon the Civil Service Estimates, the Times began a sentence by remarking that : "As for the public purse, it is a mere abstraction." Yes, exactly. That's just it. The public purse is just a "mere abstraction" from our private pockets. Cab Law Amendment. GREAT inconvenience is often experienced by the rider in a cab, from the want of sufficient means of communication with the driver. To thrust your head out of the cab-door and bawl, is unpleasant, undignified, and for a long time ineffectual. The window behind the cabman generally sticks. To remedy this great nuisance let an improvement of the last Cab Act be introduced early next Session, enacting that in the absence of a check-string, it shall be lawful for any fare to break the window in front of him in order to poke the driver. Painful Separation in High Life. Ir is with feelings of the deepest regret, such as, in our present afflicted state, it would be utterly impossible for us to describe, that the French telegrams of last week:we record the following distressing fact, which we extract from one of "THE DUKE OF MALAKOFF HAS LEFT NANCY." What, let us ask in the name of outraged humanity, has "NANCY" done to be left by the Duke in this brutal and public manner? A PEERLESS EXAMPLE. THE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND has lately given a thousand bottles of sherry to each of three hospitals. It has been remarked that it would be well for other members of the aristocracy to "do likewise," but that the Duke is one Per se (PERCY). Master Jacky (who pursues the fagging system even when home for the Holidays). "OH, HERE YOU ARE! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU GIRLS EVERYWHERE. NOW, YOU JUST MAKE HASTE HOME, AND PEEL ME A LOT OF SHRIMPS FOR MY LUNCH!" THE MEMBER ON THE MOORS. THE Member of Parliament goes to the Moors, "Order, order!" he shouts, if too soon the birds rise, At his bird should another unfairly let fly, Oh, oh!" is the Member of Parliament's cry; He says when his neighbour the game slightly wings, Should the ground they are beating no booty return, If he mentions his gun, that short word he'll expand; On the tip of his tongue is the cry of "Name, name!" He is "free to confess," and "he will not deny Thus laughing and talking the whole summer's day, In that parliamentary kind of a way, On his legs in the heather, as though in the House, The Member of Parliament follows the grouse. THE RIGHT HERO IN THE RIGHT PLACE. THAT trustworthy French gentleman, ON DIT, informed us, the other day, that when the victorious army entered Paris the EMPEROR LOUIS NAPOLEON was to place himself at the head of it. The same reliable authority neglected to tell us what position PRINCE NAPOLEON was to take up on the same occasion. We should say, if the Prince had any respect for others, or even any respect for himself,-if in that valiant breast there was locked up any truthful recognition of his own merits, that, in modesty, he could not think of presenting himself until the whole army had defiled, when he would present himself proudly at the tail of it; for such has always been the post of honour that PLON-PLON has affectionated the most, as well as the place of danger in which he has always distinguished himself the greatest. We must say, that PRINCE NAPOLEON is the very last man in the French army ever to put himself unduly forward. A Joke from a Jetty. "I SAY, SNOOKS," said SYKES, as the two friends lolled together on the pier at Lowestoft, "I say, SNOOKS, my boy, why are our brown faces like Apollo's chariot?" Gasped the panting SNOOKS, "I haven't an idea." "No, I don't suppose you have. Nobody has one now. It's too hot to think, this weather. But come, I'll ease your mind. Answer -Because it's the Sun's tanned 'em!" Poor SNOOKS gasped again, and groaned, and-well, didn't drown himself. |