l, doubtless, take in a great many numbers of this periodical.

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[Illustration: _Officer._ "WELL, BUT LOOK HERE, OLD FELLOW; WHY NOT STOP
ALL NIGHT?"]

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A LIST OF INDEXES.

The following Indexes have been compiled by a gentleman who is rather
strong in that useful, but much-snubbed and little-read, department of
literature. They are intended to keep in countenance the well-known
"face," which is said to be "the Index of the Mind."

Cold Soup is the Index of a Bad Dinner.
A Bang of the door is the Index of a Storm.
A "Button off" is the sure Index of a Bachelor.
An Irish Debate is the Index of a Row.
A Popular Singer is the Index of a Cold.
A bright Poker is the Index of a Cold Hearth.
A Servant standing at the door is the Index of a Wasteful House.
A Shirt with ballet-girls is the Index of "a Gent."
The Painted Plate is the Index of the Hired Fly.
Duck, or Goose, is the Index of "a Small Glass of Brandy."
A Baby is the Index of a Kiss.
A Toast (_after dinner_) is the Index of Butter.
Cold Meat is, frequently, the Index of a Pudding.
A Favour is, more frequently, the Index of Ingratitude.
A Governess is the Index of suffering, uncomplaining, Poverty.
A Puseyite is the Index of a Roman Catholic.
Home is the Index Expurgatorius of Liberty; and lastly,
Mismanagement is the Index (at least the only one published yet) of
the Catalogue of the British Museum.

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A QUESTION FOR A DEBATING SOCIETY.

Whether, in the event of MR. SANDS being subject, like _Amina_, to fits
of somnambulism, it would be likely that he would walk in his sleep head
downwards with his feet on the ceiling?

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A POPULAR TAX.--If MR. GLADSTONE taxes any kind of license, he ought to
tax the license of Counsel.

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A YOUNGER SON.--The Blade of the "Cold Shoulder."

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OUR HONEYMOON.

THURSDAY, MAY 23, 18--

"It would be something to say, FRED, that we'd been to France."--

"To be sure," replied FRED. "And yet only to have something to say and
nothing to show, is but parrot's vanity."

"But that needn't be. We might learn a great deal. And I _should_ like
to see Normandy; if only a bit of it. One could fancy the rest, FRED.
And then--I've seen 'em in pictures