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[Illustration: QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.

_Unfashionable Mother._ "WHAT A SWEET CHILD! HOW OLD IS SHE?"

_Fashionable Mother._ "WELL, REALLY, IF YOU ARE GOING TO ASK _THAT_
SORT OF QUESTION, I'D BETTER SEND FOR THE NURSE!"]

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AN OLD SONG REVIVED.

(_As sung by the Champion Ulster "Comique," Colonel S-nd-rs-n,
to the old tune of "De Groves of de Pool," written by "honest
Dick Millikin."_)

Whillaloo! If they droive us to foighting,
'Tis ourselves who will lead 'em a dance,
Till, loike the Cork bhoys, they're deloighting,
_Back again_ to their homes to _advance_!
No longer in beating such rebels
We'll take than in baiting a bull.
How they'll squake, in effeminate trebles,
When Ulster's battalions are full!
Ri fol didder rol didder rol!

_We_ trate 'em as loving relations?
_We_ trust to the "Union of Hearts"?
_We_ heed the Grand Old One's orations?