of which there had been paid small regard,
if any.

* * * * *

OCEAN MELODIES.

(_Refined from the original_ Sea-Songs, _for the use of the Yacht
Clubs._)

The Wife wishes to go upon the Continent.

ADELINA has flirted--not once, she declares,
Since you placed on her finger the ring that she wears;
Since at gloomy ST. GEORGE'S your bride she became,
And you gave her an Opera-box marked with her name.

When I sailed in that yacht a whole fortnight with you,
Did I say I was bored (if I did it was true),
With my ALFRED for hours at _ecarte_ I played,
And his meerschaum I lit, and his coffee I made.

When, the night we'd a box at ST. JULLIEN'S last _bal_,
And--goodness knows why--you deserted the _salle_,
I gave you a smile when you chose to appear,
Nor asked whom you knew on that horrid top tier.

Why won't you, dear AL, by mamma be advised?
A wife who don't pout, AL, deserves to be prized--
So to Constance and Rome ADELINA you'll take,
Or a nice piece of work that young person will make.

* * * * *

A NUISANCE.

"MR. PUNCH,--I should be very much obliged if you would put a stop to a
species of annoyance which I am continually subject to. I allude to a
system of 'Notes and Queries,' which is becoming daily more and more
impertinently annoying. These questions are put to me every morning
through the medium of the newspapers, which I am obliged to read, 'just
to be in the world.' I am a poor student, Sir, and have enough to do to
answer questions of a very different description to the following, viz.,
'Do you want luxuriant whiskers?' 'Have you been to ---- emporium?' 'Do
you bruise your oats?' &c. &c. And then if I take a walk, there is
scarcely a street in which I am not assailed by a pictorial Barmaid
ejaculating 'Sherry, Sir?' Do, _Mr. Punch_, allow me, through your
columns, to answer these impertinent questions once for all. I have
_not_ been and never will go to ---- emporium. My AMELIA doesn't care
about whiskers, and therefore _I_ don't; and as for bruising oats, and
drinking sherry, 'this my answer:'--I don't keep horses, and when I want
(and can pay for) wine I'll ask for it.

"I am, _Mr. Punch_, yours &c., FIZ.'

* * * * *

"Non Tali Auxilio."

The head of the Chinese rebellion is extremely indignant with the
conduct of the Comet who has lately been rushing about his d