For Mr. P. hath sent thee back,
My cherished little Jest.
FROM A FLY-LEAF.—"Buzziness first, pleasure after," as the bluebottle said when, after circling three times about the breakfast-table, he alighted on a lump of sugar.
SALISBURY AT ST. MARTINS'S-LE-GRAND.
How slow is fate from fatal friends to free us!
Still, still, alas! 'tis "Ego et RAIKES meus."
"THE OXFORD MOVEMENT."—Not much to choose between this and the Cambridge movement in the last race.