If in the Shooting Season you some brace of birds would send
(As per letter duly posted) to a fond expectant friend,
Pray remember that a railway is the genuine modern Babel,
And be very very careful _how you fasten on the label_!
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[Illustration: A BLANK DAY.--"Well, dear, did you get anything?"
"Not a thing! I only fired once, and that was more out of spite than
anything else!"]
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"WEDDED TO THE MOOR"
The sportive M.P., when the Session is done,
Is off like a shot, with his eye on a gun.
He's like _Mr. Toots_ in the Session's hard press,
Finding rest "of no consequence." Could he take less?
But when all the long windy shindy is o'er,
He, like _Oliver Twist_, is found "asking for _Moor_!"
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