THE LAY OF THE BIMETALLIST.

Who is Silver?—what is she,

That all our swells commend her?

Very tough and bright is she;—

The heavens such grace did lend her,

That adopted she might be—

That adopted she might be!

II.

Is she constant as she's fair?

Or is she light and heady?

Gold might to her arms repair

To help him to keep steady;

And, being helped, inhabit there—

And, being helped, inhabit there.

III.

Then, if Silver plays mad tricks,

Or Gold is always changing,

So that none their price can fix,

From par to premium ranging—

Let us both together mix!—

Let us both together mix!

Fitting Finish.—The Portuguese financial agent wrote last week to the Times to contradict the report as to a "further issue" by his Government of "tobacco bonds." So this ends in smoke.

A Blue "Tip" for the University Race.—With Game rowing and Hope in the bow, the Cambridge Eight this year ought to make a close race of it.