All men must be its foes, blind hatred its sole friend!

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BREAKING.

[In his spot-barred Billiard-Match with H. COLES, PEALL made
breaks of 108, 133, 64, 52, 78, 77, and 80.]

Break, break, break
On thy Billiard-board, oh P.!
As easy as cutting butter
The business seems to thee.

"Oh, well that the spot is barred,"
The knowing ones glibly say,
"Or we might get no chance
Of a COLES' strike here to-day."

And the marvellous game goes on.
Till the watchers have their fill;
And one drops off, and dreams
He's taken the "Red" for a pill.

Break, break, break!
And there's one that will broken be;
For the Pony I put on the other man
Will never come back to me.

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