tration: _Policeman._ "NOW, MUM! WHAT'S THE MATTER?"

_Injured Female._ "IF YOU PLEASE, MISTER--I WANT TO GIVE MY WRETCH OF A
'USBAND IN CHARGE. HE'S ALWAYS A KNOCKING OF ME DOWN AND A STAMPIN' ON
ME!"]

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JUSTICE TO SCOTLAND.

AN UNPUBLISHED POEM BY BURNS.

(_Communicated by the Edinburgh Society for Promoting Civilization in
England_)

O mickle yeuks the keckle doup,
An' a' unsicker girns the graith,
For wae and wae! the crowdies loup
O'er jouk an' hallan, braw an' baith.
Where ance the coggie hirpled fair,
And blithesome poortith toomed the loof,
There's nae a burnie giglet rare
But blaws in ilka jinking coof.

The routhie bield that gars the gear
Is gane where glint the pawky een,
And aye the stound is birkin lear
Where sconnered yowies wheeped yestreen.
The creeshie rax wi' skelpin' kaes
Nae mair the howdie bicker whangs,
Nor weanies in their wee bit claes
Glour light as lammies wi' their sangs.

Yet leeze me on my bonnie byke!
My drappie aiblins blinks the noo,
An' leesome luve has lapt the dyke
Forgatherin' just a wee bit fou.
And SCOTIA! while thy rantin' lunt
Is mirk and moop with gowans fine,
I'll stowlins pit my unco brunt,
An' cleek my duds for auld lang syne.

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PAYING SHOT BEFORE BATTLE.

The _New Prussian Gazette_ of Berlin says:--

"Several Turkish and Wallachian merchants have arrived here to pay
their debts. This case several times occurred during the wars of
Turkey with a European power. Turks have come and paid their debts
at the risk of their lives in crossing through the enemy's camp."

When this paragraph was read upon 'Change, a melancholy, wan-looking man
said with a sigh, "I don't wish any harm to Her Catholic Majesty's
Ministers; but I do wish that, if only to relieve us of our bonds,
certain Spaniards would, just for the occasion, become Mahometans."
Certainly NARVAEZ in a fez would create a sensation in the City.

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THE KING OF THE CITY.

Some new lights have been thrown on the position of the LORD MAYOR by
the evidence given before the Corporation Commission which is now
sitting. The LORD MAYOR seems to be a mixture of degradation and
dignity--a species of civic Centaur--a kind of neither one thing nor the
other, or rather a sort of both--a combination of t