FU N-. SONG FOR THE THRONG. OR, VERSIFICATION FORI THE NATION. No. V.-THE PRETTY BRITISH DEARS. AI,--" B,'itishi Grcnadiers." VJ r 1- 11HO, writing to the V i Thitnd'rer, would I. te put down trino- Sline, i When girls walk Sout, forbidding e best bonnets to M ll, beseen? h' Who'd hide the "dainty ankles-- give curls to cruel shears, And otherwisemake Sl a row, row, row,' Switch the pretty _n British Dears ? It's true they need no crinoline our willing hearts to cage; And we should still be spooney, spoon-bonnet's not the rage, And-killed, though ankled beauties wore flounces, tiers on tiers ; No curls need cry, Come, flow me, lads!" for the pretty British Dears. Yet still those darling bonnets, those flowing skirts to miss, To long in vain for ringlets-what misery were this ! To see no flashing ankles-how dread the thought appears! No Still walk out in your gay attire, my pretty British Dears. If ill-bred snobs and loungers grow tiresome now and then, You will find you've friends around you in England's gentlemen, Who reverence your fair faces-whose looks are never leers, And who love to meet about in the street the pretty British Dears. They'll not permit that vulgar or fast young rakes should mar The sunshine shed so brightly where English maidens are ; Don't heed Times' correspondents; don't mind their foolish sneers, They are ill-bred curs that bow, wow, wow, at the pretty British Doahs. OUR PRIZE ESSAYS. No. 7.--B MR. W. H. A-NSW--i. EVERYTHING now depended on his being at Abney Park Cemetery by midnight, to deliver the sealed packet to the Flower Girl of Kings- land. He was alone on Clapham Common. He looked at his watch. It wanted but thirteen minutes of the dread hour. The time was short, but he might do it yet. Uttering his low whistle, he soon saw his favouriteo Hansom approach. "This journey, BILL," said he to the driver, "is one of life and death. Make for Kingsland, with all the speed of which Black Bess is capable. Lose not a moment in hesitation. Off. off! and let us show them what the matchless mare can do. Go it, I say." That I will, sir; like FUN," was the reply of the faithful BnILL. The mare gave a wild plunge, in obedience to an encouraging sound from her master's firmly compressed lips, and darted forward on her desperate race. On--on-on! The hoofs of Black Bess struck fire from the flints. On-on--on! They whirl along the Borough, aind soon the river is crossed. They may do it yet. On-on-on! Past the Flower Pot, where the last Hackney omnibus still lingers. Down Bishopsgate, Within and Without, past the Standard Theatre, all hushed and silent now, and past Shoreditch Church, dark and cold in the misty night. They will do it yet. A woman crossed the Kings- land-road. With unslackenel d pace the mare sped on, and on, and ont; but already her quivering flanks told how desperate was the effort. At the first stroke of twelve he saw the stone gateway of the cemetery; at the last, Black Bess staggered and fell. Bn.L BLOGt;GEi:s leapt from his driving-perch, and flinging himself upon the animal, gave way to tears. SIR REGINALD, tOO, was affected. But lie hadi done a deed such as no mortal had done before. lIe had come front Claphaut Common to Abnoy Park in thirteen minutes. But at what a cost! Tihe noble mare lay in the agonies of death. Sic Ric .NALD. was ihe chief of' a gang, 1' Ior,'rs, lnll noli abl, io 11 ali'enteod b1 triles ; while llt. hltoiKls w;\is ai desperate blurglar, 11s Nell :Is reckless cabuman. But tlhe were no lost to the common feelings ol huitanity, and the tears ran down ltheircheeoks like rain. Suddenly SIR ItiI NA.Ii hlierd ai stealthy footstep, and thei Flower (irl of Kingsland stood beside hiin. She kicked the niobl aniniml's corse, but BILl, BLtocuGGFS was too stupified by grief to remark the outrage, and his superior knew too well the danger of illc'i sing MAt.GAltE'riA. Mlirion sih exclaimed, n, quick, qlick ; thle packet Eo hree hours more have chimed from yonder clock, the mansion oIf the WENLOCKS will be a blackened heap of ashes " SIR REGINALD stretched forthli his and, front wlich tli he I'lower Girl wildly tore the packet. Sho opened it, and with i 11ind cry ol' despair fell to the ground. Again the Marquis hld deceived er : and the packet brought by Sil IREGINAIS.,, at so fearti'l a sa'rilice contained, not her marriage certificate, built the current nIiilier( of At that moment the police appeared. No. 8.-BY PROFESSOR W. E. A-T-N. RAISI.: again our Scottish slogan, Hardy kinsmen of Lochiel ! Down the gorge of dark Glengarry Let its warlike echoes peal ! Waken, lord and downy vassal - Waken, warriors, every one: Rally round the streaming banner Of our Scottish chice, MACIIFN ! Northward-where, at Inverrary, Dwells the golden-haired Ai\ u..; Southward-where, at Craigenputtoch, Once resided T. CARLYLE ; Eastward--westward--speed, the message! Let the fiery sunmmons lly From the beach of 'orotbello, To the farthest crng of Skye ! Gather -Bring your dark conundrunis, Full of point and fill of pith ; Bring your wild and billowy ihumnour, Rising like the Solway Fritli I Gather, as yo hear the siummionis, I your chosen Laureate sing: Your pc)ferviiluin iigneniii (Latin! Ilom !) Srotornii bring! Countless, as the ripples Ilashing O'er tie surface of Loch Il, 'yo- Eager, as the North Wind crashing Throghl our woods of birch and pine: Gatlhor! swift as Shetland ponies Riding up an Alpine crag; (lather! Malison and loathing On the wrotch who dares to lag! (onial as our whisky toddy, lBring the jest and bring the inl : Rally round tlio streaming ol IIIer (f our Scottish chief, MI .('l s * M1USIC(I)AL(L) 1NTELLIG EN('E. THE "Enchanted lash" has been warmed up gain, nild served to the public at Canterbury Iall. It was this dish that lirst, le'd ti t broils between tlhe music halls and the theatres, whlihel I irliintal in favour of the latter. The proprietor of Canterbury I 11:111 howvr, brought out the Ilash with new -sauce, although every )on Il(oughli it, Ilad finally gone to pot, and that its author was mnl iequiin ly ii a stlew. For our part, we think tlie dish none Ithe worse for being couoki:d, Ianii consider it a very nice relish before upper '. UNI'VE.RSITY INTELLIGENCE.-Tlhe Soenior Wranglelr olt' fCa I I lildgo, fOr tlhi.' year, is MR. BAiKEat, of Trinity College. IAlIhlMi.t in vidhntly ya "clever dog," and must, of necessity, have adeal more albot hlili lI in mlire bark. We do not know where lie lives when he's at, liom,," but we strongly fnucy tihate mnt i lilki last ylar's wragler, wiii canie flrom a Tlihains-idel town, a few niili li l ndlliHo-e l Reading man. This lny is stlren''th.lenel 'irul tho fact thit. thlu I.n in question is situated in l'wrkslhire. FEBUAlff 8, 1862.]