There was a poor Poet named CLOUGH,
Poet SWINBURNE declares he wrote stuff.
Ah, well, _he_ is dead!
'Tis the living are fed,
By log-rollers, on butter and puff.
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A SUGGESTION.--In a new poetical play at the Opera Comique there is a
good deal of hide-and-seek. It might have had a second title, and been
appropriately called _The Queen's Room; or, Secret Passages in the
Life of Mary Stuart_.
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[Illustration: STREET IMPROVEMENTS.
["If we really used the Thames Embankment sensibly and liberally,
it would abound with handsome shops and cheerful cafés a
and volksgartens, with newspaper kiosks and long lines of
bookstalls."--_Daily Telegraph_, Oct. 21.]]
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