"Shall I go with you, Revolting Maid?" "You may follow—behind me, Sir!" she said.
"What is your object, Revolting Maid?" "Emancipation, Sir!" she said.
"Will you marry, Revolting Maid?" "Perhaps—on my own terms, Sir!" she said.
"And what may those terms be, Revolting Maid?" "Absolute Liberty, Sir!" she said.
"Then I shan't wed you, Revolting Maid!" "Did anyone ask you, Sir?" she said.
Title for New London Japanese Journal (Weekly).—"The Happy Dispatch, edited by Hari Kari."
THE SONG OF THE LEADERS.
When the much-enduring Dockers, In the city of the Smoke-Cloud, By the banks of the Tems-Ri-Va, Struck to gain a larger stipend, Lead them on did Burnsiwatha.