bts of his safety he's driven to nourish,
Through publicans rash and (electoral) sinners.

Good lack, and good gracious! One may be veracious,
And look with disgust upon bribes and forced bias,
Yet owing to "Agents" more hot than sagacious,
_Appear_ as _Autolycus-cum_-ANANIAS.
One might just as soon be a Man-in-the-Moon,
Or hark back at once to the style of Old Sarum.
That Act (Corrupt Practices) may be a boon.
But the way they apply it seems most harum-scarum.

Should a would-be M.P. ask old ladies to tea,
Or invite male supporters to crumpets or cricket;
Should a snug Party Club prove a trifle too free,
Or give an equivocal "treat," or hat-ticket;
A seven years' nursing of Slopville-on-Slime,
A well-fought Election and Glorious Victory
(Crowed o'er by proud Party prints at the time)
May--lose you your Seat. It does seem contradictory.

Of course, my good friends, one would not say a word,
Against England's glory--Electoral Purity!
Suspect _me_ of slighting that boon? Too absurd!
But what good's a Seat without _some_ small security.
To fight tooth and nail, land a win, and then fail
Along of dishon--I mean o'er-zealous "Agents"--
Well, well, I don't wish at our Judges to rail,
But--putting it plainly--I fear it won't pay, gents.

'Tis hard to attend a political feast,
And strut like a peacock, and crow like a bantam,
Yet feel at one's back, like a blast from the east,
A be-robed and be-wigged and blood-curdling law phantom.
Stentorian cheers, and uproarious hear-hears,
Though welcome, won't banish the sense of "wet-blanket"
(That's INGOLDSBY'S rhyme), when Petition-bred fears
Conjure up a grim Skeleton (Judge) at the Banquet!

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[Illustration: SUCH A HAPPY FAMILY PARTY--AT CHRISTMAS.

_Uncle John_ (_losing his money and his temper_). "NOW, JANE, DO ME A
FAVOUR FOR ONCE, AND _DON'T_ SHOW YOUR HAND!"

_Aunt Jane_ (_whose best Cards her Partner has invariably
over-trumped_). "I CAN'T HELP IT. YOU SHOW _YOUR_ HANDS, AND I'M SURE
_THEY_'RE NO BEAUTIES!" [_After this, there's a prospect of a very
pleasant evening._]

* * * * *

THE SHORTEST DAY.

SHORT verse
We need,
Most terse
Indeed,
That it--
This lay--
May fit
This day.
Short sight
Of sun.
Long night,
Begun
At four,
Sunshine
Onc