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.