"Mine," says DIVINITY, “ pursue a system of gimcrackery, Called Puseyism, a pack of stuff, and quite as arrant quackery."

Says Physic, “Mine have sleep-walkers, pretending through the

hide of you, To look, although their eyes are shut, and tell you what's inside

of you."

“ Ah !” says DIVINITY, "so mine, with quibbling and with cavil

ing, Would have you, ma'am, to blind yourself, to see the road to travel

in."

Mine,” Physic

says, “have quite renounced their good old pills and potions, ma'am, For doses of a billionth of a grain, and such wild notions, ma'am.”

“So," says DIVINITY, “ have mine left wholesome exhortation,

ma'am, For credencé-tables, reredoses, rood-lofts, and maceration, ma'am."

"But hospitals," says Physic, "my misguided boys are founding,

ma'am.”

“Well," says DIVINITY, “ of mine, the chapels are abounding,

ma'am.” “ Mine are trifling with diseases, ma'am," says Paysec, "not at

tacking them.”

Mine," says DIVINITY, “ instead of curing souls, are quacking

them."

'Ah, ma'am,” says Physio, "I'm to blame, I fear, for these ab

surdities."

"That's my fear too,” DIVINITY says; " ma'am, upon my word it

is."

Says Physic, “Fees, not science, have been far too much my

wishes, ma'am.”

Truth," says DIVINITY, “I've loved much less than loaves and

fishes, ma'am.”

Says each to each, “We're simpletons, or sad deceivers, some of

us; And I am sure, ma'am, I don't know whatever will become of

us.”

THE RAILWAY TRAVELER'S FAREWELL TO US

FAMILY.

PUNOH.

'T was business call’d a Father to travel by the Rail;
His eye was calm, his hand was firm, although his cheek was pale.
He took his little boy and girl, and set them on his knee;
And their mother hung about his neck, and her tears flowed fast

and free.

I'm going by the Rail

, my dears—Eliza, love, don't cry-
Now, kiss me both before I leave, and wish Papa good-by.
I hope I shall be back again, this afternoon, to tea,
And then, I hope, alive and well, that your Papa you 'll see.

I'm going by the Rail, my dears, where the engines puff and hiss;
And ten to one the chances are that something goes amiss;
And in an instant, quick as thought-before you could cry “Ah!”
An accident occurs, and—say good-by to poor Papa !

Sometimes from scandalous neglect, my dears, the sleepers sink,
And then you have the carriages upset, as you may think.
The progress of the train, sometimes

, a truck or coal-box checks, And there's a risk for poor Papa's, and every body's necks.

Or there may be a screw loose, a hook, or bolt, or pin-
Or else ill-made tunnel may give way, and tumble in;
And in the wreck the passengers and poor Papa remain
Confined, till down upon them comes the next Excursion-train.

If a policeman's careless, dears, or if not over-bright,
When he should show a red flag, it may be he shows a white;
Between two trains, in consequence, there 's presently a clash,
If poor Papa is only bruised, he's lucky in the smash.

Points may be badly managed, as they were the other day,
Because a stingy Company for hands enough won't pay;
Over and over goes the train-the engine off the rail,
And poor Papa 's unable, when he 's found, to tell the tale.

And should your poor Papa escape, my darlings, with his life, May he return on two legs, to his children and his wifeWith both his arms, my little dears, return your fond einbrace, And present to you, unalter'd, every feature of his face.

I hope I shall come back, my dears—but, mind, I am insured-
So, in case the worst may happen, you are so far all secured.
An action then will also lie for you and your Mamma-
And don't forget to bring it-on account of poor Papa.

A LETTER AND AN ANSWER.

PUNCH.

THE PRESBYTERS TO PALMERSTON.

Tue Plague has come among us,

Miserable sinners!
Fear and remorse have stung us,

Miserable sinners!
We ask the State to fix a day,
Whereon all men may fast and pray,
That Heaven will please to turn away
The Plague that works us sore dismay,

Miserable sinners!

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PALMERSTON TO THE PRESBYTERS.

The Plague that comes among you,

Miserable sinners!
To effort hath it strung you ?

Miserable sinners!
You ask that all should fast and pray;
Better all wake and work, I say;
Sloth and supineness put away,
That so the Plague may cease to slay ;

Miserable sinners!

For Plagues, like other evils,

Miserable sinners! Are God's and not the Devil's,

Miserable sinners! Scourges they are, but in a hand Which love and pity do command; And when the heaviest stripes do fall, 'Tis where they're wanted most of all,

Miserable sinners!

Look round about your city,

Miserable sinners! Arouse to shame and pity,

Miserable sinners! Pray: but use brush and limewash pail; fast: but feed those for want who fail : Bow down, gude town, to ask for grave, But bow with cleaner hands and face,

Miserable sinners!

All Time God's Law hath spoken,

Miserable sinners! That Law may not be broken,

Miserable sinners! But he that breaks it must endure The penalty which works the cure. To us, for God's great laws transgresserl, Is doomsman Pestilence addressed,

Miserable sinners!

We can not juggle Heaven,

Miserable sinners!
With one day out of seven,

Miserable sinners!
Shall any force of fasts atone
For years of duty left undone ?
How expiate with prayer or psalm,
Deaf
ear,

blind eye, and folded palm ?
Miserable sinners!

Let us be up and stirring,

Miserable sinners!

Mong ignorant and erring,

Miserable sinners!
Sloth and self-seeking from us cast,
Believing this the fittest fast,
For of all prayers prayed 'neath the sun
There is no prayer like work well done,

Miserable sinners!

To such advice you'd ne'er attend;

You won't let prudence rule
Your courses; but, I know, will spend
Your
money

like a fool.

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I do not ask you to eschew

The paths of vice and sin;
You 'll do as all young boobies, who

Are left, as you say, tin.