d his stand well in;
There's one that is a _Nobleman_,
There's one _Sir John Llewellyn_.

There's one that is a _British Queen_,
There's one a dwarf, _Ashleaf_,
There's one that is a plain _Colleen_,
There's one an _Arran Chief_.

He'll serve us if we do him well
(Last year he failed our foes).
Oh, who can all the praises tell
Of good Sol Tuberose!

W.B.

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THE REVENANT.

"CAPTAIN STANLEY WILSON'S RETURN HOME.

"CHEERFUL AND WELL AFTER LONG INTERMENT."--_Yorkshire Post_.

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"Gentleman, 30, offers 10/- weekly, own laundry, and help with
children, refined country home. No needlework."--_The Lady_.

Slacker!

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Letter sent by a soldier's wife to the Army Pay Department:--

"I am sending you my marage sertificate and six children there
were seven but won died. You only sent six back her name was fanny
and was baptised on a half sheet of paper by the reverend Thomas."

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[Illustration: _Officer (on leave)._ "SO YOU'RE STILL ALIVE, PETER?"

_Peter._ "YES, SIR--AN' I'M GOIN' TO SEE ANOTHER CHRISTMAS, SIR. YOU
SEE, SIR, I'VE ALWAYS NOTICED THAT WHEN I LIVE THROUGH THE MONTH OF
AUGUST I LIVE OUT THE WHOLE YEAR."]

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A CENTENARY.

JOHN LEECH.

_BORN AUGUST 29TH_, 1817.

I.--TO OUR GREATEST CONTRIBUTOR.

JOHN LEECH, a hundred years ago,
When you were born and after,
There shone a sort of kindly glow
Of airy fun and laughter;
It was a sound that seemed to sing,
A universal humming
That made the echoing rafters ring
And so proclaimed your coming.

It was not noted at the time:
I was not there to note it,
But now I set it down in rhyme
That other men may quote it
And still maintain the thing is true,
Defying Wisdom's strictures,
And lose all doubt by looking through
A book of LEECH'S pictures.

You drew our English country-folk
As many others saw them--
The simple life, the simple joke,
But only you could draw them;
The warp and woof of country joys
In green and pleasant places;
The mischievous and merry boys,
The girls with shining faces.

The Squires, the Centaurs of the chase
And all the chase's patrons,
Each in his own, his ordered place;
The