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 Flunkey to Grv'ness :"- "NOT IF YOU IIEXPECT IT AS A DOOTY; BUT AS A IIACT OF
GALI.INGTRY TOWARDS A FEMALE, ME AND THIS HERE GENTLEMAN DON'T MIND A-IIELPING
'EM IIUP-STAIRIS.


[FEBRUARY 8, 1862.


 MUSICAL NOTES.
 A GALOP, from the music of the Puritan's
Daughter, has lately been published, com-
posed by C. COOTE. It is, we suppose,
arranged in a CooTE key COOTE, and the
Covent Garden management may be con-
gratulated on the Puritan's Daughter having
got from a good run into a galop,-a fact
mainly owing to that delightful canter-trice,
Miss PYNE.
 "Hail! gentle Sleep!" is the name of a
new song. It is, we imagine, a touching
address from a gardener to a poor worm
that had been washed off a cabbage-leaf in a
heavy shower.


 A POSITIVE AND A NEGATIVE.-MR. HUB-
BARD, who addressed his constituents the
other day in the lively town of Buckingham,
is said to be great at a negative. With him
in the noisy debate of life the "Noes"
always have it. There is, however, a
greater man at a negative than MR. HUB-
BARD ; and, as the eyes of Europe are upon
him, we have no hesitation in giving his
name. Pio oNoo is that individual, of course.
 EASILY EXPLAINED.-When MR. MONTAGUI
CHAMBERS complained of Di. GWIN "grin-
ning from ear to ear," during his speech for
the petitioners in the long-winded Windham
case, that gentleman was merely relieving
the tedium of the hour by reading the
latest number of FUN. It was the giggling
grin of the amused reader that excited the
cha-grin of the envious barrister.
 "HITTING THIE RIGHT TacEs ON THE
HEAD."-M. FOULD has not proposed an
Income Tax as one of the means to be adopted
for filling the Imperial Treasury. He intends
to put a duty of 6 on carriages, and 4 on
horses, for the special benefit of "carriage
people," and thinks, perhaps, that it would
be too cruel, having thus taxed the goings-
out, to tax their in-comings as well.


 be jHeo e5 of arte t].
A noAR of thunder; and the world above them
 Closed from them for aye ;
From wives and children-parents-all who'love them,
 Rudely torn away!
But "at bank," amid the devastation,
 Men sprang swift to toil;
Hewing out a path of preservation
 Through the treacherous soil.
Turn on turn each man relieved his neighbour,-
 Day by day the sun,
Looking down, still saw them at their labour;
 But, at length, 'twas done!
Up the shaft rushed the mephitic vapours ;-
 Who may downward pass ?
Human lives go out like feeble tapers,
 'Mid that deadly gas!
RCHADan BOYD, and THOMAS, noble brothers-
 Honour guard their name!
Step out quietly from 'mid the others,
 And.the 'yenture claim.
So they passed into the shaft-mouth yawning-
 Down into the seam;
Sad the sight they saw upon them dawning,
 In the dim lamp's gleam!
All had perished in that gloomy prison,
 Cold and still they lay,


For the death-damp, all around them risen,
 Stole their breath away.
Son by father lay-by brother, brother,
 Lying side by side.
 ends and families by one another
 Sleeping.-So they died.
But brave TENNANT, and the captain, Anos,
 At their post remained;
Tell their names-few hero's titles famous
 Are as little stained!
Pick in hand, beside the barrier falling,
 Struggling hard, they died
At their labour, to burst through that walling
 To the world outside.


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Heroes fall when kings and nations quarrel,
 And we call them blest;
Wreathing round their memories with laurel.
 Well, Heaven give them rest!
Here were Heroes! With no blood to tarnish
 Their pure meed of fame,
With no cruelties to gloss and varnish
 With a "conqueror's name.
Conquerors yet,-and so by angels counted,
 As the path they trod
Through the martyrs' furnace fierce, and mounted
 To the Peace of GOD!


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