(_Some way after Shakspeare._)
I KNOW a Bank whereto the poor man goes.
If there too quickly his deposit grows,
I fancy _our_ Monopoly may decline,
No, no, at Thirty Pounds we'll draw the line,
Nor let the Artisan, however thrifty,
In the Post-Office pile an annual Fifty.
We've floored them this time after a good fight,
Government yields, to our extreme delight.
We Private Banks are saved, by our teeth's skin.
If they the thin end of the wedge slip in,
By Jove, they'll open wide the public eyes,
And smash up all our snug Monopolies.
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AN AMUSEMENT SCARCELY LIKELY TO BE POPULAR WITH CHILDREN.--The
Switchback.
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[Illustration: LONGING FOR A NEW SENSATION.
_Jack (a Naughty Boy, who is always in disgrace, and most deservedly)._
"I SAY, EFFIE, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SHOULD LIKE? I SHOULD LIKE TO BE
ACCUSED OF SOMETHING I'D NEVER DONE!"]
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