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[Illustration: A MERE DETAIL.

_Friend of the Family._ "WEEL, MRS. M'GLASGIE, AND HOW'S YOUR DAUGHTER
DOIN', THE ONE THAT WAS MARRIED A WHILE AGO?"

_Mrs. M'Glasgie._ "OH, VARRA WEEL, THANK YE, MR. BROWN, VARRA WEEL,
INDEED! SHE CANNA ABIDE HER MAN. BUT THEN, YE KEN, THERE'S AYE A
SOMETHING!!"]

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THE FIGHT FOR THE STANDARD.

(_MODERN MONETARY VERSION._)

'Twas the gallant Golden Knight downed his visor for the fight.
All true champions delight in hard tussles.
With his yellow Standard reared at his back, no foe he feared,
And his gaze all comers queered,
There at Brussels.

Like _Sir Kenneth_, only more so, he expanded his fine torso.
His Standard--bold he swore so--flying proudly,
Still supreme should flow and flaunt, its defenders none should
daunt.
'Twas a very valiant vaunt.
Shouted loudly.