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[OCToBER 5, 1861.


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YoTlentccr :-"YES, I'VE SHOT A GOOD MANY OF OUR FELLOWS, AND AMl GOING OUT TO-DAY, TO SHOOT THE
 CORPS-FOR A SILVER CUP."


BEST MAN OF THE


 CONFECTIONERS' COMPOSITION.
 WE were walking lately at the West End, when our attention was
 arrested by a placard in a fashionable confectioner's shop-window.
 In the middle of a dish of very toothsome-looking cakes was stuck a
 label,-wo had nearly written libel,-with these words, Good for
 Indigestion i"
 Good gracious! Can this too candied,-wo mean too candid,-
 confectioner be in league with the surgeon next door but one ? The
 proximity is most suspicious. Wo looked among the acid-drop and
 lozenge bottles, expecting to read "Fine for Fevers!" or "Highly
 recommended for Influenzas." We were almost induced to enter and
 purchase some motto nuts or kisses in the desperate hope of finding
 a few couplets of this sort:-
 "When winter's winds do blow about
 But suck me, and you'll get the gout."
 Or,-
 "'Masticate me, reader, pray-
 I'm sure to bring dyspepsi-a "
 Gi*,--
 Riddle-me-riddle-me-ree !
 Those of weak constitution,
 On the tip of your tongue dissolve me,
 And I'll cause your dissolution I "
 Will not some gentleman connected with the Lancet analyze these
suspicious sweetmeats ? In the endeavour to disseminate disease in
the insidious disguise of bonbons, this pernicious pastry-cook deserves
to catch a Tart-ar.


 KEEP IT DARK.-American newspaper correspondents in the
Northern States have been prohibited giving information of the
ships bound southward, as their destination is not intended to
encounter the public eye, so much as to catch the privateer.


 TO GARIBALDI.
 DON'T be persuaded, my brave Garibaldi;
 Leave the American squabble alone;
 Fancy this veteran-shade of Grimaldi!-
 Who has so many concerns of his own,
 Mixing himself in this mad undertaking,
 Helping these hectoring Yankees to fight,
 Leaving his Italy, friends, and forsaking
 Home, for a quarrel about-black and white.
 Tiddy fol al-di
 Brave Garibaldi
 Surely wouldd be an undignified sight.
 Friends seek your guidance, and wrongs need redressing,
 Foes you've to fear need your presence at home ;
 Yankees their stars and their stripes would be blessing
 Could they but tempt you from Venice or Rome.
 Don't list to those who are selfish enough to
 Take you away from your island retreat,
 Give these poor blustering folks a rebuff to,
 Don't be seduced from your snug little seat.
 Lilli bolera,
 Stop at Caprera,
 Fire may be smouldering under your feet.


 A NICE TOAST TOR A SMALL PARTY.-The imperial quart bottle,
filled without adulteration, emptied with moderation, and though the
wine be foreign, may Englishmen enjoy it never the less.
 LOST, between Temple Bar and 80, Fleet Street, a perfectly new
JOKE, in excellent condition. Any one finding it, and bringing it to
the office, shall be most handsomely rewarded by seeing it in print.