THE DYSPEPTIC'S DILEMMA.

[_Mate_, an infusion of the prepared leaves of the _Ilex

paraguayensis_, or Brazilian holly, long familiar in South

America, is coming into fashion in London.]

In happy ante-bellum days,

To quote a memorable phrase,

"Whisky and beer, or even wine,

Were good enough for me"--and mine.

But now, in view of heightened taxes

And all that grim MCKENNA axes,

I have religiously tabooed

All alcohol--distilled or brewed.

But "minerals" are now expensive,

And, though the choice may be extensive,

I find them, as my strength is waning,

More effervescent than sustaining.

At cocoa's bland nutritious nibs

My palate obstinately jibs;

And coffee, when I like it best,

Plays utter havoc with my rest.

Tea is a tipple that I love

All non-intoxicants above;

But on its road to lip from cup

All sorts of obstacles crop up.

On patriotic grounds I curb

My preference for the Chinese herb,

But for eupeptic reasons think

The Indian leaf unsafe to drink.

Hence am I driven to essay

_Mate_, the "tea of Paraguay,"

As quaffed by the remote Brazilians,

Peruvians, Argentinians, Chilians.

My doctor, Parry Gorwick, who

Believes in this salubrious brew,

Has promised from its use renewal

Of my depleted vital fuel.

And so I'm bound to try it--still

I wasn't born in far Brazil,

And find it hard on leaves of holly

To grow exuberantly jolly.

* * * * *

A New Reading.

"Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, after first posing for screen purposes

in California, promises to produce his _Henry VIII._ in New York,

with himself as _Cardinal Richelieu_."

_Munsey's Magazine._

* * * * *

"MR. BIRRELL IN THE DOCK."

_Dublin Evening Mail._

This is quite a mistake. He has only been in the nettles.

* * * * *

"The excitement in the Lobby yesterday was reminiscent of the

Irish crisis, Members remaining to discuss numberless humours

long after they had risen."

_Civil and Military Gazette._

The correspondent who sends us the above extract suggests that the

Members in question must have been Scotsmen.

* * * * *

[Illustration: GETTING THE MASCOT ON PARADE.

"COME ON!"

"GEE UP!"

"NOW, THEN--"

"WE'LL BE LATE--"

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