Till, outlaw everywhere,
This friend of carnage and sheer chaos finds
A foe at every turn.
A foot to crush or spurn,
The warning cry of "Wolf!" on all the winds,
And wheresoe'r the ravener stray
Civilisation's light must search—and slay!
"Très Bang!"—To T-m Sm-th, of the Wholesale Crackery Warehouse, with Mr. Punch's compliments. Certainly, at Christmas-time. T. S.'s crackers "get the pull!" At least, so says his Lordship the pop-ular Bishop of Go-Bangor.