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ir own smoke in some way or other. They are usually of a class that may be got to swallow almost anything, and we would therefore suggest that they be called upon to swallow their own smoke, for in the event of there being no other outlet, their mouths are always open to them. [Illustration] * * * * * MOST MUSICAL, MOST DIPLOMATIC. We are particularly happy in being the first to state that the EARL OF WESTMORELAND, our illustrious ambassador at the Court of Vienna, is busily engaged composing a new March of Intellect for the EMPEROR OF AUSTRIA. * * * * * THE EUROPEAN CONCERT. This Concert, which has been going on now for several years most harmoniously, is likely to be disturbed by the fact of Russia, who is, really, very clever on the base, wishing to play first-fiddle. * * * * * A GROWL FROM THE SCOTTISH LION. [Illustration] It was the auld Scottish Lion, I heard him growlin' sair; "Deil ha'et, gin I pit up wi' Siccan treatment ony mair. "Oh, ance my mane was winsome: And oh! but my tail was lang; But on them baith is scorn and scaith, From Southron deeds of wrang! "Now up and ride, LAIRD EGLINTON, That was sae stout in stour, That when it rainit cats and dogs, Aye jousted through the shower. "Now, horse! my provosts and baillies, And convener of the Trades, Dean o' Guild, and maister o' Merchants, The auld Lion craves your aids. "It's up on your ain middens, My cocks, sae croose to craw, And gar play your Scottish fiddles, And your Scottish bag-pipes blaw. "And they hae ta'en and sworn an aith-- An aith both strang and true-- That for the auld Lion o' Scotland They will win back his due. "I've a sair, sair pain in my belly, And a sair catch in my breath; Ye'll mind it was English misdoings That brocht me to my death. "And ye've aye uphauld, sae bluff and bauld, My right my tail to wag, Aboon the pock-puddins' Lion Upon the Scottish flag. "Ye'll to the Prince Royal o' Scotland-- Him the Southrons misca's 'Wales,' And ask him what gars his household Wear breeks aboot their tails? "Why a Scots' prince hasna aboot him Scots' men and places got, A' things Scots, but the wages, whilk should be Punds sterlin', and no punds Scot. "Say there's a keepe
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