JOHN TYNDALL.
Born Aug. 21, 1820. Died Dec. 4, 1893.
Honest John Tyndall, then, has played his part!
Scientist brain, and patriotic heart
Both still in the last sleep, that sadly came,
Without reproach to love, or loss to fame.
Rest, Son of Science, certain of your meed!
Of bitter moan for you there is small need;
But England bows in silent sympathy
With her whose love, chance-wounded, all may see
Steadfast in suffering undeserved as sore.
Punch speaks for all true hearts the kingdom o'er
When mingling tribute to John Tyndall's life
With hushed compassion for his bowed but blameless wife
A Feminine Triumph.—Shee, Q.C., appointed Judge of the Court of Record at Salford. Naturally Shee likes being courted. Pity it wasn't in Wales, as then they would Welshly-and-grammatically speak of "appearing before Shee" as "appearing before Her." This is clearly an example of the "Shee who must be obeyed."
Murch Praised!
["Mr. Jerome Murch, seven times Mayor of Bath, &c., and for thirty years chairman of, &c., has just published a volume, entitled Bath Celebrities.">[
Go to Bath, viâ book upon lap;—
No Bath bungler is here, but a rare man.
You are certain to like this Bath chap;
And there never was such a Bath chairman.
University Intelligence.—The Oxford undergraduate who was caught red-(paint)-handed, and sent down for a year, forgot, no doubt, that he had to be well read, not the town; but a year in the country will no doubt make him as fresh as the paint itself. Curiously enough, very popular still in his College, which shows no inclination to cut the painter!
"Something Like a Hunting Run."—In the Pall Mall last Thursday was the account of a grand run with "the Barlow Hounds." Of course Sandford and Merton were on ponies, and out with "their beloved tutor's" pack. Mr. Barlow, of course, is both "Master" and "Whipper-in."
The Toper's Toast.—"Pot-luck!"