ed WOOD backed him bravely, and he made the winning hit, he
did.
Won by four wickets! Hooray! Gallant Surrey at last has succeeded
In knocking the dust out of Notts. I've hoorayed till my tongue feels
quite furry.
Yes, _I_ like the best side to win,--but I'm thundering glad, though,
it's Surrey!!!

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"OVER THE WATER WITH LAWSON" (_Change of Name_).--Jack Tar to be
known in future as Tom Fool.

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PARLIAMENTARY NOTICES.

_House of Commons for August._

DISORDERS OF THE DAY.

Legalised Duels (England) Bill--Report.

Shillelagh (Irish) Supply Bill--Second Reading.

Ways and Means (Assaults)--Committee.

Speaker's Wig Destruction Bill--As amended to be considered.

QUESTIONS.

_Mr. Dillon._--Whether Her Majesty's Government contemplate allowing Mr. DE
LISLE to smile, and if so, whether any precautions will be taken to prevent
his receiving a thrashing.

_Dr. Tanner._--To ask the Chief Secretary of the Lord-Lieutenant whether he
has any objection to tread upon the tail of his coat.

_Colonel Saunderson._--To ask the First Lord of the Treasury as to the
condition of the eyes and noses of certain Members of the Nationalist
Party.

NOTICE OF MOTION.

_Mr. T. Healy._--Physical Force, House of Commons (England)--Bill to
facilitate the establishment of a Bear Garden in St. Stephen's.

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HAVOC!

In wrath redundant SWINBURNE turns and rends
The "good grey" bard. Alack for SWINBURNE'S "friends"!
He worshipped once at thy red shine, Revolt,
Now thou'rt a mark for his Olympian bolt;
But when he rounds on poor barbaric WALT,
One can but gasp, and wonder where he'll halt.
Coupled with BYRON in one furious "slate"?
O poor Manhattan mouther, what a fate!
ALGERNON'S blunderbuss is double-barrelled;
Down at one shot go "_Drum Taps_" and "_Childe Harold_."
Just fancy being levelled down to--BYRON!
Alas! what woes the poet's path environ.
What next, and next? BYRON called SOUTHEY "gander."
But then the lordly rhymester railed at LANDOR,
One of the SWINBURNE fetishes, enough
To prove that all he wrote was soulless stuff--
But stop! Who knows that SWINBURNE, on the ravage,
May not, next time, pitch into WALTER SAVAGE?
The idols he once worshipped now he'd burn,
So e'en MAZZINI yet may have his turn--
Nay, since t