Well, look on that picture, my lads, and on _this_!
And--no, do not crack out a curse like a hiss,
But with stout CONAN DOYLE--_he_ has passion and grip!--
Demand that they give us back NELSON's old Ship!

British hands from protecting her who shall debar?
Ne'er ingratitude lurked in the heart of a Tar.
"(Sings DIBDIN) That Ship from the breakers to save"
Is the plainest of duties e'er put on the brave.
While a rag, or a timber, or spar, she can boast,
A place of prime honour on Albion's coast
Should be hers and the _Victory's!_ Let us not say,
Like the fish-hucksters, "_Memories_ are cheap, Sir, to-day!"

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ECCLESIASTICAL TASTE.--A condiment not much in favour with High
Churchmen just now, must be "Worcester Sauce." It is warranted to
neutralise the very highest flavour.

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IMPROMPTU.

Of "garnered leaves"
And "garnered sheaves"
Sing sentimental donkeys.

Perhaps e'er long
Their simple song