A WORD TO THE WEATHERWISE.

[_Sir John Bridge_: Don't you think there is a great deal of

chance as to the weather we are to have to-morrow? _Mr. Muir

Mackenzie_: No. _Sir John Bridge_: The mass of mankind think

there is. _Mr. Muir Mackenzie_: Unfortunately the mass

of mankind are very ignorant.--Bow Street Police Court,

Wednesday, September 6.]

Oh, Mr. MUIR MACKENZIE! we're right glad

To hear this news of meteorology.

Farewell to all the many doubts we've had,

The thing's as easy now as A B C.

_You_ know to-morrow's weather at a glance,

So, though we would not willingly o'ertask you,

When next we seek the weather in advance,

We'll simply drop a letter-card to ask you.

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A CURE.--"No," said Mrs. R., after some consideration, "although I

do feel a touch of rheumatism now and then, yet I do not fancy going

abroad for treatment. There's some place where you drink waters and

take a bath, and then are tucked up in bed for the remainder of

the day. It's in Germany, I fancy, and I think they call the place

_Underdelinen_."

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