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SOMETHING MARVELLOUS IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY.—­Revival of Charles the First!!! (at the Lyceum).

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[Illustration:  ALL-ROUND POLITICIANS.  NO. 2.—­ARTHUR GOLFOUR.]

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MR. JONATHAN AND MISS CANADA.

  “What are you doing, my pretty Maid?”
  “I’m coming from voting, Sir,” she said. 
  “May I question you, my pretty Maid?”
  “Yes, if you please, kind Sir,” she said. 
  “Who is your father, my pretty Maid?”
  “JOHN BULL is my father, Sir,” she said. 
  “And what is your fortune, my pretty Maid?”
  “My race is my fortune, Sir,” she said. 
  “Then I can’t annex you, my pretty Maid!”
  “Nobody axed you, Sir!” she said.

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GIVING A LODGER NOTICE TO QUIT.—­Mr. Punch, Perpetual Universal Grand Past, Present, and Future Master, congratulates H.R.H., Grand Master of English Freemasons, on his plucky and straightforward action with regard to the G.M. of Otago and Southland, New Zealand, who, having contravened the resolution of Grand Lodge, March 6, 1878, may now exclaim, in bitterness of spirit, “O for a Lodge in some great Wilderness!” “for,” says in effect, H.R.H., G.M., as the once frequently quoted Somebody observed to a person whose name was not Dr. FERGUSON, “you don’t lodge here!”

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RECIPROCITY.—­“MACE,” in The Illustrated London News, says, sweepingly:—­“No Under-Secretary ever has any opinion of his own.”  Perhaps that is why the Public seldom has any opinion of an Under-Secretary!

[Illustration:  AMERICAN “COPYRIGHT BILL” IN A NEW PART.

“DIE, VILLAIN!”

“The extinction of literary piracy in America has been decreed.”—­Times Leader, March 5.]

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.

House of Commons, Monday, March 2.—­Navy Estimates on to-night.  Millions of money to be voted, and only fourteen Members present.  One, it is true, is HARCOURT; so perhaps the most accurate enumeration of the aggregate would be fifteen.

“Que diable allait-il faire dans ce jolly-boat?” GEORGE HAMILTON asks, pausing for a moment in his incessant occupation of tearing up strips of paper to glance across table at portly figure reclining on Front Opposition Bench.  Several Admirals and Captains have spoken.  Members generally have fled the burning deck.  Even OLD MORALITY’s sense of duty to his Queen and Country cannot restrain his flight; but CASABIANCA HARCOURT still remains.  A little provoking for the Old Salts descanting on Naval affairs to observe smile of pitying toleration with which he listens.  Doesn’t say they’re all wrong, but smiles it.  Even the voice of the Reverberating COLOMB falters when, glancing round the great gaps of empty Benches opposite, his eye falls on HARCOURT.