Blind them--save to each other's glare,
To the pace they make, and the weight they bear,
Those hot-urged horses! Lash and goad,
Rash riders!--but, at the end of the road,
When the growing burden's last possible pound
Is piled; when the steed's last staggering bound
Is made, when the last short, labouring breath
Is breathed, when over, in shuddering death,
The charger rolls, with a sickening crash,
And responds no more to the spur or lash;
And the gulf yawns close, sheer slope to air,
Black, unavoidable, ruinous there--
Then, gallant rider, how will _you_ fare?

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IN THE COUNTY COUNCIL.

CHARRINGTON forgot his manners,
Pleading for the _Jolly Tanners_;
He gave his tongue, at serious cost,
The Licence which the _Tanners_ lost.

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[Illustration: THE ROAD TO RUIN.]

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[Illustration: THE TROUBLES OF STALKING!!