Withal she hath a loaded gun, Whereat the pheasants, as they run, Do make a fair diversiòn.

For very awe, if so she shoots, My hair upriseth from the roots, And lo! I tremble in my boots!


A Safe Prediction.—That the New Woman of this decade will be the Old Maid of the next.


STUDIES IN ANIMAL LIFE.

The Ostrich as she ought to be.


THE SEVEN AGES OF ROSEBERY.