160 F ITU [JANuAR 4, 1862.


 CONSIDERATE.
 Scene-Bedroom in a Country House in Mining District. Time-3.25 A.M.
 Muscular Christian:-" HALLOO SMITH JUMP UP! WE'VE GOT THE POACHING
GANG AT LAST. TIIEY'RE RUNNING NETS IN CADGE WOOD, AND WE'RE GOING UP WITH
TIhl STABLEMEN AND THE GARDENERS TO HELP THE KEEPERS TO TAKE 'EM; AND THE
SQUIIE SAID HE THOUGHT YOU WOULDN'T LIKE US TO GO WITHOUT YOU!"
 [Smith is delighted.


 A WORD TO BROTHER JONATHAN.
 BY JOHN BULL, JUN.
 COME, listen, Brother JONATHAN, to what I'm going to say,
 We're waiting for your answer, and expect it every day,
 To let us know if Peace or War the new year shall bring in,
 And whether we are still good friends, as we are near of kin.
 Be prudent, Brother JONATHAN, ere raising war's alarm,
 The blow that's struck in temper's heat brings sorrow when we're calm;
 Let not the cry of dogs of war mako all discretion vain,
 Let not the rage of headstrong men with blood your Congress stain.
 Remember, Brother JONATHAN, war's raging in your lapd,
 Where kindred blood is daily shed by brothers hand to hand;
 Where justice yields to death and strife, the only law the sword,
 Where peace and love are traitor's crimes, where mercy's quite ignored.
 You've wronged us, Brother JONATHAN, and now we ask redress,
 And if you mean to use fair play, you surely can't do less
 Than make amends for fault of head-you've goodness in your heart,-
 Indeed, we really wish you well, then act the brother's part.
 You're hasty, Brother JONATHAN, you're fond of talk and show,
 You think us dull and stupid, instead of sure and slow,
 In this you're wrong, indeed you are, we're not the chaps to brag,
 But to a man we'd all stand up for honour of our flag!
 Act wisely, Brother JONATHAN, before it is too late,
 Bear and forbear's the way to rule, and not in blood and hate;
 But if you're rash and warlike, and bent upon a fight,
 Then hear our words-" Our Union Jack, and GoD defend the right!"


 LITERARY ANNOUNCEMENTS.
 IN preparation and to be published shortly:-
 Dutch Papers, by Lord Holland.
 Goldsmith's Key to Locke.
 The Pleasures of Hope, by a Lady of Thirty.
 Memoirs of the'Lady Jane Grey, by Henry Kirke
 White.
 Hook on the Eye.
 Hall's Life of Lord Stair.
 Analysis of Canon Law, by a Member of the
 Ordnance Board.
 Fickell on Laughter.
 Heade's Life of Foote.
 Bunyan's Excrescences of the Foot.
 Hoyle's Games, Edited by Professor Playfair.
 The Star Chamber, by the Astronomer Royal.
 Novels and Plays by the Puritan Divines.
 Lever's Mechanical Powers.
 On Idiocy and the Scilly Islands.
 Fugitive Speeches on the Vagrant Laws.
 The Noble Art of Self-Defence, by W. S. Mills.
 Wordsworth's Excursion, with afac-simile of his
 Railway Ticket.
 The Language of Flowers, with some of their most
 Celebrated Speeches.
 History of the Chase, by Fox, with Life of the
 Author by Hunt.
 Park's Forest Life, with Drawings by Meadows.
 Fencing, by Captain Parry.
 Airey on Ventilation.
 Farmer's Agriculture of the Ancients.
 Optical Experiments in Ireland's Eye.
 Marsh on the Reclamation of Swamps.
 Divers Reasons for Learning to Swim.

 THREE BLACK CROWS.
 A GENTLEMAN, who contributes much valuable and
recondite information to Notes and Queries from
sources undiscovered by others, assures us that he
knows all about the origin of the reported death of
LORD PALMERSTON. A friend of his, a Scotchman,
acquainted with one of the noble lord's "retainers,"
called at Cambridge House to inquire after the
premier. The servant informed him that his dis-
tinguished master was suffering from a violent
twinge of gout, and was d-ing" very hard. The
first person who met the North Briton was informed
that "LORD PALMERSTON was deeing varra hard."
No wonder that the rumour killed his Lordship
right off before it had got many mouths farther.

 LITERARY NOTICE.
 Modern Metre, a Medium for the Poets of the Day.
-(TALLANT and Co.)-Such a publication for poets
of the day (or ephemeral poets) has long been wanted
(to relieve the editors of magazines and other
periodicals). Among various poems well deserving
of a place in this collection of verse (to which every
really poetical publication is averse) we may mention,
"The Voices of the Woodlands," by CROW, and
some (wood-be) poetry entitled "Musings over the
Mahogany." There is talent in this work (confined
to the title-page, and spelt T-a-l-l-a-n-t).-[The
above notice was sent by our critic, who had not
been told whether he was to cut up the book sub-
mittted to him or no. For a favourable review, omit
all within the brackets.-ED.]

 TIT FOR TAT.-The French EMPEROR is busily
engaged on a "Life of CnSAR." It is not improbable
that his Imperial Highness does this to show how he
would be done by. Ho bequeathes to a future poten-
tate a precedent for writing the life of the author
of the Coup d'Et&t-another Seizer.
 WHEN a man says he's sewed up," we think of
his shroud; and when he declares himself "screwed,"
of his coffin.