eply
to Mr. THOMAS GIBSON BOWLES, M.F., who recently sent kind inquiries
to the Foreign Office, as to the Pamirs and Behring Sea, Canadian
Government, &c., &c., with a P.S. to the effect that "his
correspondent probably considered him as a Jack (in office), and
therefore a legitimate object to score off in the game of BOWLES."

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_The Prodigal Daughter; or, The Boyne-Water Jump_, by DRURIOLANUS
MAGNUS and PETTITT PARVUS, was produced with greatest success, last
Saturday, at Old Drury. The general recommendation to the authors will
be, as a matter of course, i.e., of race-course, given in the historic
words of DUCROW, "Cut the cackle and come to the 'osses." When this
advice is acted upon, _The Prodigal Daughter_, a very fine young
woman, but not particularly prodigal, will produce receipts beyond all
cacklelation.

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FUTURE LEGISLATION FOR NEXT SESSION.--Mr. GLADSTONE will introduce a
Bill to render criminal the keeping of heifers loose in a field.

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BY A PARAGRAPHIC JOURNALIST.--Very natural that there should be "pars"
about "Mars."

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"SIGNAL FAILURES."--Most Railway Accidents.

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[Illustration: CULTURE BY THE SEA.

"HAVE YOU BROWNING'S WORKS?"

"NO, MISS. THEY'RE TOO DIFFICULT. PEOPLE DOWN HERE DON'T UNDERSTAND
THEM."

"HAVE YOU _PRAED_?"

"PRAYED, MISS? OH YES; WE'VE TRIED THAT, BUT IT'S NO USE!"]

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THE CHATEAU D'"IF."

The Castle that I sing, is not
The strong-hold _pres Marseilles_,
Where _Monte Christo_ brewed his plot
For DUMAS' magic tale:
It's one we all inhabit oft,
The residence of most,
And not peculiar to the soft,
Mediterranean coast.

The Castle "If"--If pigs had wings,
If wishes horses were,
If, rather more substantial things,
My Castles in the air;
If balances but grew on Banks,
If Brokers hated "bluff;"
If Editors refrained from thanks
And printed all my stuff.

If holidays were not a time
Beyond a chap's control,
When someone else prescribes how I'm
To bore my selfish soul;
If bags and boxes packed themselves
For one who packing loathes;
If babes, expensive little elves,
Were only born with clothes

If _Bradshaw_ drove me to the train!
Were _mal-d