... . The worn-out actor's food and sleep; The pantomimist's final loap; The blast singer's passing note; A spar to keep old tars afloat; A broken doctor's nauseous pill; The lawyer's case, without his will; A ruined gambler's lucky game; The famous marksman's farewell aim;? 1 ho spendthrift s last; tho hero s knell, His parting shot before tho sholl. Inferior his pay and state. He's small and ...

... By SIR LEWIS MORRIS A STATELY house I passed to-day, Familiar when the world was gay. Blind casements, railings red with rust, Dumb doorways choked with leaves and dust; How the year ...

... 'T was. at the club, and Mr. Smith, The hero of these rhymes, Was thirsting for one little look Into the London Times But, sad to say, it was engaged And politics or crimes lie cou ...

... Comic J&ougs of Cigljtn gears Hp THE comic songs of one generation are usually rather painful reading for the next. What will our children say when they re member that we were entertained for a whole ...

... . By THOMAS CAREW. BORN 1600; DIED 1639. Ask me why I send you here This first, ling of the infant year Ash me why I send to you This primrose all bepearl'd with dew I straight will whisper in your ears, The sweets oj love are washed with tears Ash me why this floio'r doth show So yellow, green, and richly too Ash me why this stallc is weak, And bending yet it doth not break I must tell you ...

... . As I wander alone on the Surrey hills And pace with a footfall slow, My mind's imagination fills With the thoughts of long ago; And as I pause in the noontide bright To gaze on the lovely scene, I seem to see with a second sight The things that once have been. Tis sixteen hundred and sixty-one And hard by Ebbisham town, High revels under the noonday sun Are held 011 Banstead Down Here ...

... AFTER BEARDS LEY. Two lumps of black side by side, Two eyes expressive of harm, Coppfir-plate mouth to deride, Feet 011 the end of each arm Waist that a wasp would disown, Simply a line, superfine Merely a wig and a bone This is a Beardsley design. Puck. ...

... . They tikes me for a Dook, dahn in the Dials, 'Cos I flash a bit o' rhino nab and then, An' they think- that I 've no troubles an' 110 trials, 'Cos I know the w'y ter cliarff mi feller-men. They think a bookie's life is one of pleasure, 'Cos 'e gen'lv 'as a smile upon 'is fice, An' when mi bloomin' tailor tikes mi measure, It 's, We '11 send 'cm to the Carstle for your Grice. The perfesshun ...

... . The world grows Old. But Youth demands I ts meed of praise Its more than meed, perchance. It stands At all the ways Where Fortune, Fame, or Glory lies, And seeks alone to win the prize. Youth is the magic spell that chains The fickle stage, The house, or so methinks, disdains The gift of Age. The old tragedian eloquent Gives place to some young walking gent. What of the Art that once took ...

... Epitaph. Here rests a comrade who, upon this earth, Had neither fame or happy fortune known, They worked and starved him from his very birth And left us nothing but his skin and boue. ...

... . The rising mist foretells the opening day, The foxhounds slowly move toward the meet, The huntsman onward plods his weary way And leaves me wrapt in meditation sweet. Now fades the glimmering warmth that once he felt, And all his flesh a biting stillness knows, Save when the welcome flask the ice may melt, And pleasant trickling lull his dreary woes. Save when from yonder well-conducted pack ...

... OF TIIE MINIATURE. Miniature-painting is a revived art, and Society is once again its patron. When Georgius Tertius held the throne, And Fashion courted Folly, The mighty men were carved in stone By gorgeous Mr. Nolly; But all the fair, With towering hair, High waists and silken wallet, Relied for praise In future days On Richard Cosway's palette. Thus, many a powdered beau and belle Owe glory ...