["What will Lancashire think to-day when she reads
the declarations of Lord GEORGE HAMILTON and Mr. A. J.
BALFOUR?"--_Leeds Mercury._]
Oh, was it for this that I rushed to the poll
To register votes for the Tories?
When they told me repeal was the Unionist goal,
Were they tales of (Stan) hope, or mere stories?
The snare of the FOWLER they'd help me to scape
They vowed--on each Lancashire platform.
But Indian Finance _their_ excuse? A poor jape!
I thought they _would_ rise above _that_ form!
Oh, ARTHUR, oh, GEORGIE! Reeds broken and rotten
I fear you are both, on reviewing it.
You hinted at taking those duties off cotton,
You don't seem to cotton to doing it!
And now, when I'm trying your pity to move,
Why seem you so deaf to my prayers?
Perhaps you are bound to dissemble your love,
But oh!--_must_ you kick me down stairs?
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That excellent association, the Society of Women Journalists, has just
issued its first annual report. From this interesting document, the
world learns that the members have derived many benefits from a body
that could justly adopt the motto of "Defence, not Defiance." The
institution very properly claims for the authoress the right to
receive no wrong.
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