So say we knaves of clubs, male creatures;
Who look askance at what may shade—
When larger grown—the face that charms us.
If scoop or scuttle, spoon or spade,
No matter; each of them alarms us.
A Possible Bungler.—Through Reuter's Agency last Friday, we learn that "Bungle Khan is in Afghan territory." Capital man to be opposed to us. We shall be ready to take any advantage of him, as, if Bungle Khan can bungle, he will of course do so.
One for the Other Side.—Mrs. R. cannot understand how Mr. Gladstone can advocate Monometallism in the House of Commons, as, she says, she has always heard that "Words are silver, and silence is gold."