Well hit! Mr. Punch chalks it up once more—
Your ten-hundredth run between the "creases"!
Why, this (at twenty-two yards apiece) is
Twelve-miles-and-a half for this season's score!
But stay! we've no business to "notch" each mile!
With your cuts and draws, and your drives and trick hits,
You've only to stand still before the wickets,
And straight to the boundary "fours" compile!
With Abel, Ward, Brockwell, you hold your own,
As '94 cricket now nears its finish;
We'll hope your four figures will ne'er diminish—
As "Grand Old Bat" you shall e'er be known!
QUEER QUERIES.—The Law and the Lady.—Can it really be true that at a place called Onehunga, in New Zealand, they have a lady as Mayor? Surely this is altogether "ultra vires," as well as being ultra-virile! My legal knowledge—which is considerable—convinces me that there is a fatal flaw in the so-called election of a woman to the chief post in a municipality, even in New Sheland—I mean New Zealand. It's quite settled law that a femme sole cannot be a Corporation; then how, I should like to know, can she preside over a Corporation? Possibly some legal readers will say if their opinion coincides with mine.
Barrister (uncalled for).
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.
House of Lords, Monday Night, August 6.—Markiss expected to continue to-night that speech around the Budget he didn't commence on second reading of the Bill. Sat mysteriously quiet on that occasion. Unexpectedly broke out at following sitting, wanting to know what Herschell meant by saying Judicial Committee of Privy Council had arrived at conclusion that Lords had no power to amend a money bill. "Where's your report?" he asked. "Produce it."
