[JANuARY 25, 1862.


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 A~G-jEEABLE I

TIE 'BUS BEING SO FULL, SIMPKINS IS UNABLE TO SIT BY THE SIDE OF HIS DARLING JULIA, BUT THAT, of COr'SC, IS NOT OF THE
 LEAST CONSEQUENCE!


 THE BONE OF CONTENTION.
 A FABLE-CANINE-FOR THE AMERICAN'S.
BEFORE his kennel, one October day,
In slumber bound a staunch old bull-dog lay;
Deep scars and gashes seamed his ancient front,
And told how oft he'd braved the battle-brunt.
Meanwhile, a mangy cur of mongrel breed,
Stole by that way to find whereon to feed;
Oft at the bull-dog's heels his yelpings loud
Had waked the wonder of a watching crowd,
Till people thought the old dog's spirit cowed.
Little they knew what patience held him back
What nobler feeling scorned the brute's attack-
For who had guessed the mongrel's mother's sire,
To kinship with the bull-dog could aspire ?
Hence sprang this too great tenderness-to muzzle
The brave old dog, and make spectators puzzle.
As sneaked the cunning half-bred by the spot,
Where JACK was sleeping, and suspecting not,
He spied a dish to which he took a liking,
One bone especially his fancy striking.
With a bold face (for still the bull-dog slept)
And saucy air, he to the platter stept-
Snatched the tit-bit, and to his kennel crept.
Then to a worthy and attentive throng
Of brother curs he sang his boastful song--
How he had ta'en the bull-dog's prize by force,
Guessed he could lick him-chaw him up, in course.


 He'd whipt him pretty smart-he'd been victor'us,
 Bow, wow, wow, wow so ran the barking chorus.
 So yelped the lying mongrel long and hard;
 Meanwhile the bull-dog, in the neighboring yard,
 Woke-missed the bone-and heard the blatant clatter,
 So just dropt in, to see into the matter.
 But, ah! no sooner did our friend appear,
 No sooner did the cur his footsteps hear,
 No sooner spy his dangerous teeth displayed,
 And hear his growl-then, utterly dismayed,
 With prompt humility the bone he dropt,
 And all his blustering boastful barking stopt.
 MORAL.
 So snarled and yelped the Yankee press and scum,
 So shrink their bubbles bold when dangers come;
 Proving the proverb to the very letter,
 "BRAG's a,good dog-but HOLDFAST is a better."


 THE GAME LAWS A LITTLE TOO HIGH.
 SIR JOHx PAKINGTON and a few moro county magistrates are
.-ii. ..r.. an attempt to procure heavier game laws. We warn them
that it is a dangerous game to play, and that the stake they aim at is
likely to turn out a mistake. If the subject is again ventilated, the
chances are, these lingering feudal oppressions will be blown to the
winds.

ADVENTURES of a GENTLEMAN in SEARCH of
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London: Printed and Published (for the Proprietors) by CHARLES WHYTE, at the Office, 80, Fleet Street, E.C.-Saturday, January 25, 1862.