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OBIIT. DECEMBER XIV. MDCCCLXI-


CLOSE, solemn year, thy mournful page!
In thy last days do we entrust
To earth a gentle PRINCE and just,
The crown and honour of his age.

Ennobling Science loved him well:
And Art with Industry combined
To pay glad homago to the mind
Which taught them jointly to excel.

A jealous People's love he gained,
Which, had he moro-or less-controlled,
Had deemed him over hot, or cold;
But he the Golden Moan attained !


What bloodless victories did he teach!-
His was the noble brain which planned
The friendly strife twixtt land and land,
That drew them nearer each to each.

But grander praise is yet his due!
With goodness graced he GOD's good earth,
A PRINCE of more than princely worth,
A Parent just-a Partner true!

All England mourns his swift decay.-
With sorrowing heart and moistening eye,
The Jester lays his bauble by,
And gives his human tears their way.


 BEFORE AND AFTER DINNER.
 BEFORE.
 (Present, the U;ndined and Servant.)
 THE U'NDINED.-Gono out, eli? Well, no matter. I think I did
 say I should dine in the city. Well, I'll wait till your mistress
 returns. (Exit sercvat.) Very annoying, though. My own fault.
 What on earth shallI do ? (Looking through windoto.) How precious
 cold it is Nice price coals will be. Poor-rates increased, too.
 Bless me, how my head aches. Its that infernal canary. Ah!
 there's another organ. I don't think I'm well. I wish DR. FENWICK
 would drop in. I think I'm rheumatic. (Sits down.) Now that
 simple woman of mine has gone shopping. She must retrench.
 Smalldr house. How damp this newspaper is. (Reads.)' Ah!
 another bank gone! What wretched coals these are, and I'm perish-
 ing. Why there's nothing in the paper but this American matter.
 Hla! serve 'em both right. Let 'em battle it out. What misery I'm
 in. Nervous as a hare. Full of ailments. Well, I'm getting old.
 I shall go to bed. (P'us hands ir his pockets and looks in the fire.)
 (Enter MRS. UNDINED.)
 MaI. UNDINED.-M-y dear love! Why, you told me you dined
 away to-day. I've had such a delightful walk. What lovely
 weather!
 MR. UNDINE.-Oh, don't bother me. I'm ill. Very ill.
 MRs. UNDINED.-My dear! How absurd! You want your dinner.
 Mind, the opera to-night.
 MR. UNDINED-Opera be hanged. You'll ruin me. Shopping and
 plays. Cabs, too. Fevers. Colds. Perhaps break down. (Grants.)
 (Diinnr served up.)
 THE DINED.-Ah! fine bracing weather, this. Improves the
 appetite so. Very seasonable, very seasonable. Now, my love, don't
 forget the coal merchant and draper for poor old SAwDusT and his
 family. lie's a deserving fellow, and shan't want. Pretty Dick!
 That warbling canary always reminds me of JENNY LIND. Ah by
 the way, you've been to the box-office, of course. DR. FENWICK
joins us, you know. What a mad wag that is for a doctor. Always
telling me to take care ; and the scamp knows I've the constitution
of a lion. What! send the organ away. Nonsense, let the poor
fellow get a living. We have plenty and prosperity. Live and let
live, say I.
 AFTER.
 THE DINED.-A sin, positively, to drink this wine. Really, I've a
notion of bricking up the cellar, and leaving the last few dozens to


posterity. What a find! Bottled rubies. No, my love, there's
no harm in wine. Look at the benevolence, the sentiment, the
warm charity, the wild enthusiasm, the friendship, the brotherly
love, the-er. Ah! if all the good feelings sent glowing to the
heart and brain from the wine cup were indellibly grafted in
our nature, we should be much happier. In fact, we should-er.
Why, bless me, there's DR. FENWICK. I shall take coffee, and dress
for the opera.


 HOW RUSSIA STANDS IN POLAND.
 THE prefect of the police, at Warsaw (so says the Ddbats), has
 given the following written permission to a Polish gentleman:-
 "I authorize the bearer of the present card, Ml. --, to carry a
 cane, even with an iron ferule at the end; and this on account of his
 advanced age and the weakness of his legs.-(Signed) PILSUDSKT."
 The Russian in Poland having lately taken to the use of the cane, and
 the ferule of iron, is it not fair to argue that he is rather weak on his
 legs there, and finds the ago too advanced for him to trample on
 Polish liberty as easily as he used ?


 WHAT'S IN A NAME?
 THE ladies are promised this season two new styles of mantle, under
 the sounding titles of, respectively, the Blencathara and Glaramara.
 As the inventors of these articles of dress appear to set great store by
 a name,.we would suggest that the dark fur mantles now in vogue
 should be called Jarnara the Black." To be sure the name is that
 of one of the imps belonging to a witch who was burned by MATTHEW
 IOPKINS ; but it will be none the less suitable on that account for an
 article that is likely to play the douce" with husbands' pockets.


 A SAD BLow !-An American paper reports that the other day a
young cornet player through over exertion blew his brains out.
 Nix,-We often hear of the Nick of Time;-might not Milton's chief
fallen angel be termed the Nick of Eternity ?
 WHY are "pistolgrams" taken of babies ?-Because they represent
children in arms.
 NEW SCENT FOR LAWYERs.-Essence of contract:-Con-sent.
 THE MOMENTOUS QUESTION.-The new Educational Minute
 DOCTORS' CosMoNs.-A pill and draught.


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