He cries, the Chieftain Old and Grand,
  “I fight once more for mine own hand;
  Meanwhile our vessel nears the land,
  Launch we the boat, and seek the land!”

  To land McGLADSTONE lightly sprung,
  And thrice aloud his bugle rung
  With note prolonged, and varied strain,
  Till Edin dun replied again. 
  When waked that horn the party bounds,
  Scotia responded to its sounds;
  Oft had she heard it fire the fight,
  Cheer the pursuit, or stop the flight. 
  Dead were her heart, and deaf her ear,
  If it should call, and she not hear. 
  The shout went up in loud Clan-Rad’s tone,
    “That blast was winded by McGLADSTONE!”

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RUM FROM JAMAICA—­VERY.—­When “the bauble” was removed from the table of the House, by order of OLIVER CROMWELL, it was sent with somebody’s compliments at a later date to Jamaica, and placed on the Parliament table.  What became of it nobody knows.  It is supposed that this ensign of ancient British Royalty was swallowed up by an earthquake of republican tendencies.  Jamaica, of course, is a great place for spices; but, in spite of all the highly spiced stories, the origin of which is more or less aus-spice-ious, it is to be regretted that, up to the present moment, what gave them their peculiar flavour, i.e., the original Mace, cannot be found.

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[Illustration:  THE McGLADSTONE!

  “TO LAND McGLADSTONE LIGHTLY SPRANG,
  AND THRICE ALOUD HIS BUGLE RANG
  WITH NOTE PROLONG’D AND VARIED STRAIN,
  TILL BOLD BEN-GHOIL REPLIED AGAIN.”

"Lord of the Isles.”  Canto IV.]

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WANTED—–­A SOCIETY FOR THE PROTECTION OF “CELEBRITIES.”

[Illustration]

When some years ago EDMUNDUS ED. MUNDI first introduced to London the gentle art of Interviewing, the idea was in a general way a novelty in this country.  It “caught on,” and achieved success.  Some public men affected, privately, not to like the extra publicity given to their words and actions; but it was only an affectation, and in a general way a great many suddenly found themselves dubbed “Celebrities,” hall-marked as such by The World, and able therefore to hand themselves down to posterity, in bound volumes containing this one invaluable number as having been recognised by the world at large as undoubted Celebrities, ignorance of whose existence would argue utter social insignificance.  So great was the World’s success in this particular line, that at once there sprang up a host of imitators, and the Celebrities were again tempted to make themselves still more celebrated by having good-natured caricatures of themselves made by “Age” and “Spy.”  After this, the deluge, of biographies, autobiographies, interviewings, photographic realities, portraits plain and coloured—­many of them uncommonly plain, and some of them wonderfully coloured,—­until a Celebrity who has not been done and served up, with or without a plate, is a Celebrity indeed.