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[MARCH 8, 1862.


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TOO BAD OF THE CAPTAIN.


 Augustus:-"I SAY, EFFIE, HERE'S A CONUNDRUM THE CAPTAIN ASKED ME LAST NIGHT. WHAT NEW PERIODICAL REMINDS ONE OF
A SIUSIIlOOM ? I CAN'T 3SAKE IT OUT."
 1fii :-" I DON'T KNOW, UNLESS IT BE FUN-GUS."


 A LENTEN LYRIC.
WHvr's Man but a pancake that tossed by the world,
 Alternately upward and down,
Is beaten and shaken, and rapidly twirled,
 To be only more quickly done brown ?
The lemon and sugar which add to the treat,
 Are as symbols of fortune intended,
For the bad and the good, like the acid and sweet,
 Give a zest to existence when blended.
 Then up with the pancake, and down with the pancake,
 And hey! for the season of Shrove,
 When the little birds sing the return of the spring,
 And the leaf-buds come out in the grove.

What's Earth but a pancake, where he who has friends,
 The daintiest morsel obtains ?
The share that we get on a struggle depends,
 But the prize is well worthy the pains.
For the earth we have found to be round, and if crowned,
 With the sugar that man from it can take, e
It's long ere we're cloyed of the pleasures enjoyed,
 Of such a magnificent pancake.
 Then hey! for the pancake, and ho! for the pancake,
 And hey! for the season of Shrove,
 When the little birds sing the return of the spring,
 And the leaf-buds come out in the grove.


 What is Life but a pancake made up of a dish,
 Of eggs, milk, and flour composed!
 An account, which if properly cooked to our wish,
 We are not in great haste to see closed.
 The material's the same, but the dexterous shake
 Of the mixture just alters the matter,
 The rich are the folks who the pancakes can make,
 The poor who get only the batter.
 Then hey for the pancake, and pay for the pancake,
 And say in this season of Shrove,
 Long life to the frier who over the fire,
 From Pan sends a cake fit for JovE.


 "YOU'RE NOT THE MAN FOR GAL(LO)WAY."
 No! nor for any other place in Great Britain or Ireland, say we,
addressing the clergyman of Galloway who refused to baptize the
child of a well-known poacher of the neighbourhood, "because the
landed proprietors had suffered great loss through the father's destroy-
ing the game." The reverend person seems to be one of those ill-bred,
illiterate people, who are in the habit of putting in their "h's" in
wrong places. He clearly thinks he was ordained to take care of the
pheasantry, not the peasantry.


 THE REAL OCCUPATION OF RoME.-Retarding progress, harboring
outcasts, and bringing scandal on religion.