(_By our Water Wagtail._)
[The Hon. R. GUINNESS won the Senior Sculls at the
Metropolitan Amateur Regatta, beating the redoubtable brothers
GUY and VIVIAN NICKALLS, believed to be almost
invincible.]
The rank is but the "Guinness" stamp,
But scullers of the stamp of GUINNESS
Are not too common. What a damp
To GUY and VIVIAN this win is!
The Honourable R. has found
How fickle fortune gives hope pickles;
But in this last--aquatic--round
True Guinness gold has beaten Nickalls.
They'll meet, perchance, again, to settle
The game--for all are men of mettle.
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THE GLASS HOUSE OF COMMONS.--Some fine "Pairs" already on view.
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[Illustration: AWKWARDLY PUT.
_She._ "BY THE WAY, GEORGE, HAVE YOU GOT ANYTHING ON THIS
EVENING?"
_He._ "NOTHING WHATEVER."
_She._ "THEN COME AND DINE WITH US--AND DON'T DRESS!"]
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