potatoes are not the angels that once they were;
But the world we're going to, MOLLY, is where the giants of ould
Buried--for want of a better bank--their stocking-legs crammed with
gould!

It's a world of wonders, MOLLY, a world without a peer;
For what it has, and what it wants, we've nothing like it here:
But of all its wondrous things, it seems the strangest thing to me
That there the labouring man's the man gets first to the top o' the tree.

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SEA-SIDE INTELLIGENCE.

A _spirituelle_ young lady writes up from Ramsgate to say:--"In the
morning, my dear, we have a delivery of letters by the Post. In the
afternoon we have another delivery--the delivery of husbands, brothers,
_cousins_, or beloved acquaintances, as the case may be, by the
steam-packet. In this manner, darling, we have a _mail_-delivery twice
a-day. It would ill-become _me_ to say _which_ one I like best."

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NECROMANCY FOR GENTS.

Table-rapping with Genuine Spirits every evening at the SHADES Harmonic
Free and Easy, in Scamp's Alley. A Medium in the Bar--but "goes" of
whiskey, brandy, rum, or gin unlimited.

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TEST FOR TRAVELLERS.

It is complained that there are no examinations at the Inns of Court in
town, whilst it is forgotten that thousands of applicants for admission
are daily plucked at the hotels all over the country.

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PURITANS IN REQUEST.--The metropolis would be much more pleasant if the
Commissioners of Sewers had a proper number of disscenters among them.

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[Illustration: DIVISION OF LABOUR.

_Sportsman (in Standing Beans)._ "WHERE TO, NOW, JACK?"

_Jack._ "WELL! LET'S SEE! I SHOULD JUST GO UP THE BEANS AGAIN, AND
ACROSS THE TOP-END, BEAT DOWN THE OTHER SIDE AND ROUND BY THE BOTTOM;
WHILE YOU'RE THERE, GET OVER AND TRY OLD HAYCOCK'S STANDING OATS--HE
WON'T MIND--I'LL STOP HERE AND MARK!"]

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PRINCE ALBERT, THE CZAR, AND THE TURK.

"For Heaven's sake, gentlemen, _don't_ nail the poor man's ears to the
pump!"

Such was the benevolent exclamation of TYGER ROCHE (an Irish fire-eater
of the last century) when he beheld a certain attorney within the walls
of Dublin Jail. And the prayer was sufficient; for no sooner was it
uttered, than the hapless lawyer was in the clu