HOPE FOR ALL.
"Coach" (to Volatile Pupil). "Are you at Theorem B or C, Mr. Titterby?"
Mr. T. "T' tell y' th' truth, Sir, I'm 'at Sea'—at Sea, Sir,—completely." [Chuckles. (He turned out an utter failure, was plucked at College, and had to take to Art-Criticism!)]
"MARGARINE."
(A Middleman's Lament.)
"For the protection of the public, all consignments of the spurious compound that has hitherto, under the title of 'Butterine,' passed current in the market for genuine butter, will in future be distinctly labelled and known as 'Margarine.'"—Trade Intelligence.
Ah! tell me not they've changed thy name,
So long a sweet decoy,
By which I've made my little game,