Howls like those of a battle-field, only less so, fill the air. The
wretched victim of pharmacy, conquered at last, gives one desperate gulp
to save himself from strangulation, and all is over! Ye who remember
your boyhood's home! tell us if there was any joke in all this!

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THE GREAT MODERN O MISSION.--The English Mission.

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[Illustration: THE LITERARY PIRATES.

SUGGESTED BY BIARD'S PICTURE, AND SHOWING THE PIRATICAL ROVER "HARPY"
SPRINGING A TRAP UPON THE GOOD SHIP "AUTHOR" IN A FAVOURABLE TRADE WIND.]


"THE HARPY."

With literary ventures stowed
As full as ship can be,
The good ship "Author" holds her way
Over the fickle sea;
Now sings the wind, and, all serene,
The ripples forth and back
Lap lightly round her gleaming sides
And whiten on her track.

Far westward, on the line of blue
That meets the pearly[1] sky,
There looms up large a stranger sail,