With Hawke the hearty, and with stout McLaren,
The White Rose shall not have to blush with shame,
Nor the Red Rose, through funk, blanch and grow barren!
His New Title.—Dr. Grace, C.B. ("Companion of the Bat").
"DEEDS-NOT WORDS!"
John Bull. "LOOK HERE,—WE'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR PALAVER! ARE YOU GOING TO LET THE GIRL GO, OR HAVE WE GOT TO MAKE YOU?"