I dress myself anew.

Set wide the door. All round is sea!
"Hold tight, Sir!" voices call,
And in the water, jerked from thee,
I tumble, clothes and all!

O blessed thing! this earth we pace
Thy haunt should never be,
A quite unmentionable place
That is fit home for thee!

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[Illustration: ELECTION INTELLIGENCE.

_Brilliant Elector_ (_at the Polling Station_). "IT'S A STOUTISH
KOIND OF A MAN, WITH A BALD 'EAD, AS AR WISHES TO VOTE FOR, BUT AR 'M
BLESSED IF AR KNOW 'IS NAÄME!!"]

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STUDIES IN THE NEW POETRY.

NO. III.

It is with the greatest possible pleasure that _Mr. Punch_ presents
to his readers the following example of the New Poetry. It is taken
from a collection entitled "_Rhymes of the Ropes_" These Rhymes are
intended to illustrate the everyday life of the British prize-fighter,