JUMPING AT CONCLUSIONS.
"Who's that tiny little Gentleman talking to Mamma, Tom?" "Mr. Scribbins, the Writing Master at our School."
"Ah! I suppose he teaches Short-hand!"
A LORD MAYOR'S DAY IN DUBLIN.
(A Lay of the Criminal Law Amendment Act.)
"Shure it's Balfour would be troublin', meeself Lord Mayor o' Dublin, But every charge he makes I'll meet in fashion you'll call nate; For I'll face the accusation that he brings against the Nation, Attired from head to foot, my boys, in all my robes of State.
"So on with hat and gown, boys, for we're goin' through the town, boys, And you must help your City's Chief to make a real display," Thus Tim Sullivan he cried out, as straightway he did ride out, In civic pomp to near the Court on that eventful day.
And Town Councillors in numbers, woke from their normal slumbers, And, donning gowns and tippets, rose and put on all they knew, And with approbation glancing at the City Marshal, prancing On a hired hack, they followed him, a rather motley crew.
At length the Court they entered, when attention soon was centred, On a squabble that had risen about the Sword and Mace: For some swore they were not able to lie upon the table, Though the Lord Mayor hotly argued it was their proper place.