"'Tis not sore need bids songsters bleed,
Not lack of vesture or of food;
'Tis only Fashion's foolish freak
Strips wold and wood.
XVII.
"And that is why I wander here,
Alone and sadly loitering,
Whilst the sedge shakes not with glancing plume,
And no birds sing!"
Bournemouth's chief magistrate, by decision and order of the corporation of that town, has been deprived of a strip of land, alleged to be public property, which he had enclosed within his own private grounds. The sight of sixty workmen ruthlessly "removing his summer-house and shrubs, and throwing tons of mould over the cliffs," could not have been a very exhilarating one for the erstwhile owner, who must have felt like Mayor-ius 'mid the ruins of Cart-hage.
THE EMPTY CUPBOARD.
OLD MOTHER HUBBARD SHE WENT TO THE CUPBOARD
TO GET HER POOR DOG A BONE,
WHEN SHE GOT THERE THE CUPBOARD WAS BARE,
AND SO THE POOR DOG HAD NONE.