A young man--it's no matter who--
Hailed a cab and remarked "Waterloo!"
The driver, with bowed
Head, sobbed out aloud,
"Which station?" They frequently do.
A poet once said that to Esher
The only good rhyme was "magnesher;"
This was not the fact,
And he had to retract,
Which he did--he retracted with plesher.
A fancier cried: "There's one fault on
The part of the sparrows at Walton;
And that's why I fail
To put salt on their tail--
The birds have no tails to put salt on."
The dulness of riding to Weybridge
Pleasant chat (mind the accent) may _a_bridge,
But not when it deals
With detaching of wheels,
Collisions, explosions, and Tay Bridge.
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THE STOLEN PICTURES.--The _Débats_ informed us, last week, that the
thief who stole TENIERS' pictures from the Museum at Rennes has been
discovered. His punishment should "fit the crime," as Mr. GILBERT's
_Mikado_ used to say, and therefore he ought to be sentenced to penal
servitude for _Ten years_.
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[Illustration: THE PERSONAL EQUATION.
_Dick_ (_who hasn't sold a single Picture this year_). "AND AS FOR
THE BEASTLY BRITISH PUBLIC, NOTHING REALLY GOOD _EVER_ GOES DOWN WITH
IT--NOTHING BUT VULGAR ROT!"
_Tom_ (_who has sold every Picture he has painted_). "OH, BOSH AND
GAMMON, MY DEAR FELLOW. GOOD HONEST WORK IS _ALWAYS_ SURE OF ITS
MARKET--AND ITS _PRICE_!"
[_Next year their luck will be reversed, and also their opinions of
the B.P._]
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