ow
mud upon those who are in a degree responsible for getting rid of it.
The Chairman, however, seems to take the affair with a sort of
philosophic good nature, as if he felt himself somewhat in the position
of a glass bottle or a plaster bust perched on an eminence for everybody
to take a shy at him.

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ART IN THE CITY.

Why not--if Temple Bar must be removed--why not to mark and preserve the
sacred boundary of the City, bring bodily GOG and MAGOG from Guildhall
to either side of Fleet Street? They would only make two ugly statues
the more: and in so large and such a city, what are two?

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A HINT FOR THE CONSUMERS OF COAL.--The most cheerful kind of
fuel:--Keeping up a constant fire--of jokes.

[Illustration: MIGHT IS RIGHT.

_Van Driver._ "I DON'T KNOW NOTHUN ABOUT NO RIGHT SIDES, NOR WRONG
SIDES. YOU GET OUT OF THE WAY, IF YER DON'T WANT TO BE MADE A WAFER OF!"

[_Where are the Police?_]

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THE FALLACY OF EXTERNALS.

In the _Times'_ report of the final meeting of the Peace Conference at
Edinburgh, it is remarked that

"MESSRS. COBDEN and BRIGHT were the great lions of the evening."

Apparently it is probable that they were; although some may consider
them to have been figuring as lambs rather than lions: but then the lamb
is not the only creature typical of passive endurance. Appearances,
however, are not realities, and the reporter, in inferring the animal
from the integument, made a mistake which has occurred before. MR.
BRIGHT and MR. COBDEN were going about in lions' skins; but, as those
who had just heard them might have perceived, they were not exactly
lions.

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THE CRY OF THE BRITISH HUSBAND.--"Do you bruise your wife yet?"

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THE ARMS OF ENGLAND,

As Improved by the Peace Society.

Of the poor old British Lion
The sentence has gone forth,
Since BRIGHT has lifted up his heels
Against him in the North.
Then let him vail the tufted tail
He once so proudly bore,
When coarsely vain of might and mane,
He guarded England's shore.

Be the soldier brute in council mute,
Nor more sound war's alarms;
Let him yield his place to a milder race
In Britain's coat of arms.
For the lion is a dangerous beast,
And so's the unicorn;
The one has teet