P.S.—The Baron says he is not going to be let in for a disquisition on the merits of various Pocket-books; but, if asked which he affectionates most as a genuine book of pockets, and for pockets, he puts his finger to the side of his nose, and wisely replies—"Walker."
Survival of the Fittest.
(At a Trial for Murder.)
Oh, dainty product of the March of Progress,
Oh, glorious outcome of the Course of Time,—
The watchful, well-attired Old Bailey ogress,
Still finding sweetest stimulus in—Crime!
SEASONABLE GREETING FOR SPIRITUALISTS.—I wish you a rappy New Year!