EPIGRAM.
Young Sloeleaves vaunting he could trace
His line to Julius Caesar,
Was gall'd to hear a wag exclaim,
"The Celtae, if you please, Sir!"
Q IN THE CORNER.
Inscription over the Hive public-house, in Snargate Street, Dovor.
Within this Hive
We're all alive,
Good liquors make us funny,
If you are dry,
Step in and try
The flavour of our honey.