He'll always be B.-LOWE.

I've seen nothing to equal this; at least, being a judge of such
things, I may safely say so, adding humbly, "A poor thing, but mine
own."

Yours, L.S. PRIT D'ESCALIER.

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ACCIDENTAL JOKE.--When does an explosion do no harm? When a husband
blows his wife up--and she deserves it.

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INFRA DIG.

Sweet, in a sordid age, it is to find
_One_ Abdiel to enticement bravely blind,
_One_ class not thrall to Plutus. But, hurroo!
England rejoice aloud, for thou hast _two_.
Sweet are the uses of--Advertisement,
To huckster souls, whose god is Cent-per-cent.
The Mart, the Forum, and--alas!--the Fane.
Self-trumpeting, in type, cannot restrain;
The leaded column and the poster smart
Seduce the Histrio; e'en the thrall of Art
Bows to the modern Baal of Pot and Paste,
That deadly foe of Modesty and Taste.
The Poet poses publicly, the Scribe