himself against this Holy Work--
(_Non confundar in aeternum!_)
Check with a lath a torrent's wrath,
If it sweep you off what wonder?
Such is the Turk who'd stop my path--
_In aeternum non confundar!_

Finland is ours; Denmark our powers,
Or has learnt, or soon shall learn 'em;
Poland beneath our Eagle cowers,--
(_Non confundar in aeternum!_)
The Euxine's gates are Russian straits;
(Thanks to English heads so dunder)
By us choked up the Danube waits--
_In aeturnum non confundar!_

Who checks my course? Use fraud and force--
Bribe 'em--beat 'em--brand 'em--burn 'em!
The Russian's God knows no remorse,
(_Non confundar in aeternum!_)
Forth with the sword, the knout, the cord,
Hang, and scourge, and hew asunder!
With rites like these while I'm adored--
_In aeturnum non confundar!_

* * * * *

A HOUSE MADE OF PAPER.

We read in _Household Words_ an account of a house sent over to
Australia, which was made, chimney-pots and all, entirely of paper. This
is not the first establishment of the kind that has been so constructed,
for looking at Austria, who never has any money, and is always begging
for money, may we not say that the House of Hapsburgh wouldn't be
standing at the present moment, if it wasn't for paper?

* * * * *

MODERN PHILOSOPHY.--The Gammon of BACON.

* * * * *

[Illustration: THE STORY OF A PORTRAIT.

THE FIRST SITTING. FINISHED. EXHIBITED.]

* * * * *

MRS. JANE GIMLET ON "STRIKES."

"_Yeast Lane, Grinnidge, twenteseckundnowemberhatinfiftethre._

"HONNERD MISTUR PUNCH,

"Umbly thankin u for puttin of my last in blak an wite, wich it were red
in our lane an give grate satisfakshun, i make so bold as trubbel u wuns
more. In coorse, Surr, the prise of coles cant be unbeknown to u, wich
alone in this bitter wether is bad enuf, speshully to wan like me as
takes in a litel washin wich i will be appy to get up yours at a shillin
a dozzen, ceptin shirts an tabul linen, an have a good dryin ground an
no washin powders, wich is a destruction to fine fronts, used, but am in
consekens very subjick to goin out in the dryin ground without my
bonnet, an ave the plumbago an Asiatick panes in my hips werry bad. To
such as me dere coles is bad enuf, but wen they cum upon the quartern
lofe at ninepenshapeny, dips at