Restaurant Waiter. "Bill, Sorr? Yes, Sorr. It's Foive-and-Six-pence including the Cigyar, and that makes Six Shillings Sorr!"
JOSEPH'S DREAM.
(A New Song to an Old Setting.)
[Mr. Chamberlain has apparently satisfied himself that Imperial Federation is not a mere dream, as many among us and in the Colonies still regard it. Such dreams, he remarked, have a way of being realised. "It is a dream that appeals to the highest sentiments of patriotism, and even of our material interests. It is a dream calculated to stimulate and improve every one who cares for the future of the Anglo-Saxon race."—Leeds Mercury.]
Air—"Let me Dream Again." New Colonial Minister carolleth:—
Our sun's not setting, as fools said of late,
Nor shall it, whilst I stand at England's gate!
The cheers are ringing at the words I say,
As I point the Kingdom to the Federal way.