On this grave steed Jones rode away...
They bore him back at break of day,
And Jones is now with Mrs. J.--
The convalescent stage.

The world observed the chance was droll
That sent so mild a hack
To smite the invulnerable soul
Whom WILLIAM could not whack;
But spiteful folk remarked, of course,
He must have used terrific force
Before he got that wretched horse
To throw him off its back.

A.P.H.

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ANOTHER IMPENDING APOLOGY.

"Many coolies of the savage tribes from the hilly places, who have
been enlisted for the labour corps, were seen passing this town by
train lately. Some had too few clothes. Our late Chief Secretary,
the Hon'ble Mr. ----, was seen among them."--_Times of Assam_.

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"All can sympathise with Mr. ---- and his teetotal party in
deploring the excesses of 'liquor' of any description, and the
vice, want and misery it brings in its course. But we cannot for a