I should like to pass the whole quarter in slumbers,
To dodge the infliction of—Christmas Numbers!
The Great Ochipaway Chief says that he intends to continue selling his chips. But he has a log by him with which, as he has kept it for many years, he will not part on any account.
ON A RECENT CASTING VOTE.
What! How did Lytton get into the chair!
The usual way—he mounted by the Stair.
The Report on the Fire at the Exeter Theatre.—"Slow, but Shaw."