There's many an English Curate Waiting—to find that his income will exceed a London footman's.
There are the Readers at the Museum Waiting—for the end of the world, or that of the catalogue.
There's the Corporation of London Waiting—to be crushed by the Commission which is now sitting on them.
There's the Emperor of Russia Waiting—for the spring which will enable him to jump into Turkey.
And finally, there's Mr. Punch himself Waiting—very pleasantly on The Universe with his Twenty-fifth Volume.
What is the World like?—Why, the world is like a stubble-field—in which the greatest geese generally pick up most of the golden grains.
MISSISSIPPI BREAKING HER BONDS.
Bind the woolly-haired slave, tarred with Nature's own brush,