FEBRUARY 8, 1862.]


FU N.


 INTELLIGENT ADVERTISING MEDIUM MAKING WAY AGAINST RECENT HEAVY GALE.



 IMPORTANT TO YOUNG MEN.

 DEAR, DARLING FUN,-I wish to give my CHARLEY a polite scolding through-let me seO,
the usual phrase is-the medium of your valuable and wide-spread columns. Isn't that grand ?
CIIARL.E told me the other evening that no Editor-capital E-will insert a letter unless it
contains that phrase, and that it is always stereoscoped, or something, but you cannot expect
me to spell properly, and give you information and all at the same time. But about ClHARLEY. .
To begin: The cab-no, that's not it. You see, we were going to the Olympic to see It.
ROBSON; CHARLEY had got a cab, and-but I should first tell you that CIIALEY is very fc/kle,
and does not know his own mind until one imparts to him a little of one's own. Well, we
started, and were almost at the Olympic door, when CHARLEY, who had been studying a
newspaper, said that the Lyceum would be much better, as there the scenery of the lakes
was a perfect miracle, and as "Iam but weak, being woman," I agreed with him in saying it
would be better, and CHARLEY very quickly gave directions to the driver to alter his course.
MR. CHARLES forgot that he had gone into raptures about Miss LYDIA THOMPSON only a few
evenings before. We arrived at the Lyceum, but, as that theatre was already fll,, we came to
the resolution of spending the evening with Wiittington and his Cat, at the Princess's.
" Fate, the Remorseless," in the shape of the man who sells the tickets, decreed that all the
seats were-unlike the young men of fortune of the present day-engaged. CiARLEY again
looked through the list of theatrical advertisements, and wondered that lie had forgotten the
Strand. We started for that pretty theatre, and arrived there safe. CHARLEY told the cabman
to wait. He went to the ticket-seller-he put his hand in his pocket for his purse-it was
gone -Slowly, drearily, and sick at heart, we sought our evening's entertainment in a home-
ward ride; and as CHARLEY shouted "' me!" to the stolid Jehu, I murmured those exquisite
lines by MR. TENNYSON :-


"Iam a -weary, a-weary,
I would that I were dead!


ISAntEL.


 P.S.-Of course CHARLEnY will read this, which will e a more than sufficient punishment for
his carelessness and fickleness.


 FISTIANA:
 BEINxG TII LAMENT OF )lli. T'iTHOMi KiNi.
 EvmER nadiireir of Illt. 'I -xs--x, it
other words, every gointlomnl and sllhlol..r il
the country,-will be glnd to hoar thlit l1' lions
expressed his intention of coumpetlig for our i
'rizo Essay. Iu the nlioanwhile, Ihe is disi-
rous of a pernnanent engagenmnt on tinf stnll'
of our paper, and lie has forwarded the fol-
lowing poem as a sample of his powers :-
 My heart is wasted with my woe,
 Fistiaua !
 I did not fill without a blow,
 Fistiana.
 When the social glass is getting hlw,
 And all my friends prepared to go,
 Fistiauat!
 Alone I wander to and fro,
 Fistian !
 Ere the light on d;urk was growing,
 Fistiana!
 We heard the rnil.,., *.1.l bhltwin,.
 Fistianu !
 Luckily, it wasn't snowing ;
 Swells were going, gin wais fl,. .
 Fistiona.!
 Goodness knows how much wias o\witin
 Fistiana!
 By the dreary morning light,
 Fistiiana!
 Forth we rode unto th.e fight,
 Fisitna! l
 The noble swells we did invite
 Paid thirty hob) to seo the sight,
 Sistiana !
 I swore to do the thing that's right,
 Fiatiana !
 She stood upon a neighboring wall,
 Fistianai !
 She had no business there at all,
 Fistiana !
 She saw me peel, she heard my call,
 As forth I stopt, ai bruiser fall,
 Fisftiann !
 And then she fill fronI olff the will,
 Fislinna !
 My dexter iawle 'l went sidi,
 'My fainse ftilse 1n liaw'y Noint. tiiaid,

 NMy dicis'd illaw, r weli nit id e,,
 The Cithampioni wonilil ii le li dil,d,
 Fist.in11:a !
 MIy hlows wort ti ret', 1int 0mciw 111 l, wi',
 Fistiauit,
 t narrow, lart(ti w was tilite sl ,
 Fist itani
 The odds wlrle six to feinr o M Ii:,
 FJist iln :t !
 And lieivy blows were iliilt i-l iPO,
 Ple hlit 111s in nt awkward ie nt1',

 And T was down upon i", fi'ny,
 Fistiiana !
 lIe should ihavie struck me whe'o I y,
 Fistian !I
 They would liave said I'd ws ui flo y,
 Fistiana !
 They onuldi not sty I'd wu'n fit id1c;y,
 lie did not strike me whne' I lax,
 Fist ii inat
 lie's far too knowing for fccll play,
 Fistianatt!
 Oht! cursed liaiid, oilt cursed blow,
 Fistliiea, !
 MTy fiaee is lititrlly fit to show,
 Fistti a l!
 All night a lietadeile seiMtst I"lo
 About 1e, throbbing g to ) nil fro,
 lFistiuna l!
 I really think it's f lin tee go,
 FistiaTl l


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