A STRICT SENSE OF DUTY: OR THE SUFFERINGS OF A CONSCIENTIOUS MODEL.

“Ah ! That's CAPITAL! Now KINDLY KEEP THAT YAWN, PLEASE."

" Hello! Here I SAY! Pheugh !! Cox—!!!

LUNATIONS.
By Our Colwell-Hatchncy Astrologer.
Oh, tho silent Synedoche sleeps

in the silt,
Of the pleiocene's plastic de-

posit, Secreting in silex its gneiss

inspired guilt, As the skeleton hides in its

closet. The Hyleg is up, likean Irish M.P., Asking horary questions all

round ; And the Fortunate Signs at their

five o'clock tea In bilingual bathos are bound. Here CLAUDIUS PTOLEMY 's play

ing at Nap,
With true tetrabiblical zest.
There EUDOXUS is lolling in

Virgo's soft lap,
And lulling the Dog Starto rest.
The Cusp of the Fourth House,

tho bland Imum Cæli,

May wander at will o'er the

wold ; The Heliocentric may perorate

freely, And Saturn in sextile may

scold; But never again whilst Ecliptics

cavort In wild hexagon waltz round

the Sun, Shall the happy Ephemeris sit up

and snort, Or—but here comes my keeper;

I've done!

DISILLUSION.
If aught can fill a gourmand with

sheer dread
That life's last pleasures from

him fast are fiowing,

'Tis sitting at a feast, with a bald iliwilliti

head, *Oh! BY JOVE! IT's WORSE THAN EVER! I'M OFF!!”

And a fat red-nosed wailer on it [Model is left silting!! blowing !

“ DOUBLE, DOUBLE TOIL AND TROUBLE.”—SHAKSPEATE.

ÆSOP UP TO DATE. THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE WELL. (Theosophy and its Disciples.)

THE FOX AND THE CROW. (Marriage for Money.)