Cock a doodle doo!
Lord Houghton's Earl of Crewe!
being, evidently, the living representative of Shakspeare's "Early Village Cock."
SCRAPS FROM CHAPS.
Ballotery.—The Cork Agricultural Society had before it a proposal of the County Board to rent their ground for holding sports. The Chairman said,
"It was to be understood that the grounds would only be let on the understanding that no drink would be sold, and that no political meetings or gambling would be allowed."
Rather hard on politicians this, to bracket their patriotic endeavours with pitch-and-toss and alcoholic indulgence! If politics are like strong drink, nobody at any rate can call them a form of "refreshment"! But defeated candidates will quite agree that the game of "bleu et jaune" is a good deal worse than "rouge et noir."
A Day Shift.—From the North British Daily Mail comes news of a daring electoral outrage. The Liberal candidate wanted to address the colliers in one of the Lanarkshire towns; but his meeting was very poorly attended. The cause was that the colliers were all waiting at the bottom of the pit ready to be drawn up, but "it was found necessary to send down an extra quantity of wood at that particular time"; so that the colliers could not get to the surface for an hour, when the political meeting was over! Smart man, the Conservative agent in that division! The pitmen could not be wound up, so the meeting was. It isn't only in Lanark that the Liberal Party wants a lift!