eculiarly "poz;"
And the voice of his backers was loud in their glee;--
"We shall lick him in two rounds--or certainly three!"

Like the "Champion Slugger," in trunks of bright green,
The "Big Fellow" at Eight fifty-two might be seen:
Like a truculent Titan, blind, baffled, and blown,
At Ten thirty-seven the brute was o'erthrown.

For CORBETT smote fiercely, and CORBETT fought fast,
And the bullying bounder was beaten at last;
And the cheeks of the coarse woman-puncher were chill,
He rolled over, and struggled to rise, and lay still.

And there stood his foe with his nostrils all wide,
And the shouts of his backers rolled on in their pride.
The swells of the Ring and the stars of the Turf
Surged round like the waves of the storm-beaten surf.

And there lay the "Blower," distorted and pale,
With the blood on his brow where the blows fell like hail.
_His_ backers were silent, he lay there alone,
His mawleys unlifted, his trumpet unblown.

And the "Sports" of the South are all loud in their wail.
But _Punch_, who hates bullying brutes, can but hail
That smart Californian's pluck, skill, and strength,
Who has pricked the big SULLIVAN bladder--at length!

* * * * *

"FONS ET ORIGO."--As to London Water "seek Wells," that is if you
wish to avoid unpleasant seq-uels. "_Don't_ leave Wells alone" is our
motto, meaning "Sir SPENCER" of that ilk, who has a deal worth hearing
to say on this subject.

* * * * *

[Illustration: TWO SIDES TO A QUESTION.

_Major Podmore_. "CONGRATULATE YOU, DEAR BOY!"

_Disappointed Cricketer_. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN? BOWLED FIRST BALL--NEVER
GOT A RUN!"

_Major Podmore_. "QUITE SO, DEAR BOY. BUT IN THIS HOT WEATHER--80 deg. IN
THE SHADE--SO MUCH BETTER, IF YOU CAN, TO TAKE THINGS COOLLY!"]

* * * * *

A ROUNDABOUT RAMBLE.

(_A FACT FOUNDED ON FICTION._)

The sharp, bright little Traveller made his way to the Cabinet of M.
CARNOT, and disturbed him at work.

"Do you know, M. Le President," said he, "that the Russians are in
secret treaty with the English, and the Russo-French Alliance is all
nonsense--the most unreliable of broken reeds?"

"Well, no," replied CARNOT, "I have not heard anything of the sort;
and, if anyone should be up in it--"

But the Traveller did not want to hear the rest, for he was once again
on his road, telling everyone he