MEDICAL STUDENTS.

1. Medical Schools open.

DOCTORS' COMMONS.

This month, tho'
not muggy,
Improves by the mug;
And people caught
ale-ing,
Repair to brown jug.

Jack and gill.

Brougham Butterfly.

Throw Physic to the dogs! A pipe-cheroot—

Pilot—and life-preserver—voilà tout!

A little lecture now and then to boot—

A school or hospital to bustle thro'—

A few hard terms—on easy terms—to keep,

Then brown stout—bagatelle—half-slew'd and sleep:

The Hall's not passed! but very oft passed by;

Hospital visits Students fain ward off;

With patients they're impatient—and the eye

Glances from book to beer—anon they scoff

At subjects—Somervile—and sick-inspection,

Cut up the section—and abjure dissection!

A blessed School of Physic—half-and-half!

The Lushington of each young Doctors' Commons;

Medical Students—sons of gin and chaff—

Going to pot—for heavy—"reg'lar rum 'uns"—

Porter or spirits sitting down to swill,

And every smoking Jack bless'd with his gill.

22. Lord Brougham reported dead.

"The Brougham or Meadow Brown Butterfly, is seen in October, flies low, and wanders about all parts of England and Scotland. Between its wings it carries a remarkable profile of Lord Brougham. The Caterpillar is chequered in green and black squares, resembling those on plaid trousers."—Juvenile Natural History.

Heartless Hoax.

I'd be a butterfly, spreading my pinions,

All through the future, and far after fame;

I'd die by chance to astound the press minions;

I'd see when dead what they'd do with my name.

I'd have a carriage, and when it had spill'd me,

Wheel O, and Shafto, and Leader, and all,

If a hoax were got up to announce it had kill'd me,

Just when my death all the land would appal,

I'd be a butterfly!

I'd come to life again safe after all: