The fame they should revere?
Fie on the row, row, row, row,
Of the British Grenadier!

Your _Punch_ is sorry for you,
And for these lads "in quod;"
But Discipline's a parent
That _must_ not spare the rod.
May you right soon redeem your name,
And no more may _Punch_ hear
Of the row, row, row, row, row, row,
Of the British Grenadier!

_If_ you have been o'er-worried
By ultra-Martinet;
Into unwisdom hurried,
Be sure Bull won't forget.
But England's Redcoats must _not_ ape
The Hyde Park howl, that's clear;
So no more row, row, row, row,
From the British Grenadier!

* * * * *

ROBERT'S AMERICAN ACQUAINTANCE.

My akwaintance among eminent selebraties seems to be rapidly
encreasing. Within what _Amlet_ calls a week, a little week, after my
larst intervue with the emenent young Swell as amost lost his art to
the pretty Bridesmade, I have been onored with the most cordial notice