Eh, well, well! I must not linger
On those glorious halcyon days;
Time with his relentless finger
Brings me to the second phase;
Politics were always creeping
Like a ghost across my view--
I contested Market Sleeping
In the Spring of Seventy-Two.

GLADSTONE--[No, please not. ED.]

EVOE.

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"BRIGHTON.--The ----. One minute sea, West Pier, Lawns. Gas fires in
beds."--_Advt. in Daily Paper._

Thanks, but we prefer a hot-water bottle.

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[Illustration: MORAL SUASION.

THE RABBIT. "MY OFFENSIVE EQUIPMENT BEING PRACTICALLY _NIL_, IT REMAINS FOR
ME TO FASCINATE HIM WITH THE POWER OF MY EYE."]

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.