Not to your true advantage shall it minister,
Mere Goblin Gold its glittering show of Gain:
Spectre of Chaos and the Abyss, it flutters
Before you flaunting high its foolish fire,
But there's a lie in each loud word it utters,
And its true goal is Anarchy's choking mire!

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TIME THE AVENGER!

On the 24th of June, 1871, _Mr. Punch_ sang, _àpropos_ of the Germans
desiring to purchase Heligoland--

"Though to rule the waves, we may believe they aspire,
If their Navy grow great, we must let it;
But if one British island they think to acquire,
Bless their hearts, don't they wish they may get it?"

And they _have_ got it!

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[Illustration: THE LYING SPIRIT.]

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A GRUMBLE FOR THE GRENADIERS.

What is this your _Punch_ hears of you? Can't you dissipate his fears?