furnish a completely equipped contingent of ten men.

* * * * *

The BARON DE BOOK-WORMS arrived in town yesterday afternoon and
transacted business at his office in Bouverie Street, afterwards
returning to his country seat at Stow-in-the-Wold.

* * * * *

BROWNING SOCIETY VERSES.

[Dr. FURNIVALL announces that the Browning Society is about to
be dissolved.]

Hark! 'tis the knell of the Browning Society,
Wind-bags are bursting all round us to-day;
FURNIVALL fails, and for want of his diet he
Pines like a love-stricken maiden away.

Long has he fed upon cackle and platitude,
FURNIVALL sauce to a dish full of dearth,
Still, in the favourite FURNIVALL attitude,
Grubbing about like a mole in the earth.

Now must he vanish, the mole-hills are flat again,
(Follies grow fewer it seems by degrees);
Lovers of BROWNING may laugh and grow fat again,
Rid of the jargon of Furnivallese.