["Ju Plu has been in his best form lately."--_Sporting Paper._]
ENGLAND farewell, when showers of rain
From dewy eve to dawn pour,
I fly across the heaving main
To Aden or to Cawnpore.
The deep floods hide my native land,
No more as land I rank it,
I envy on some foreign strand
The brown man in his blanket.
Through sandy deserts he may roam,
But bright suns shine for him there,
And if he wants to reach his home
He never has to swim there.
There would I dwell, away, away
I fly, these floods disdaining,
Where Jupiter can rule the day
Without a thought of raining.
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SONG TO BE SUNG AT THE RECEPTION OF M. ALPHONSE DAUDET (_when he comes,
and may it be soon!_).--"We all love 'JACK'"!
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FOR GRAMMARIANS.--The latest Oxymoron;--the new Pianist, Herr SAUER,
playing a "_suite_."
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