WEIGHT AND MEASURE.
"Quite full, Marm. Might have sqooged the Child in, but you're about a hounce and a 'arf too large."
ANOTHER INSULT TO IRELAND!
(From the Nation.)
"It is reported that the ever glorious John Mitchell has escaped from the blood-red hands of the sanguinary Saxon. And what has been the reward offered for his apprehension? Why '£2 or such lesser sum as may be determined upon by the convicting magistrate!' Forty shillings for that heroic martyr! Oh, my countrymen, does not the brutal Times, every day of its atrocious existence, offer more for a strayed cur—a wandering puppy-dog? And forty shillings (or less) for the hope of Erin!"
It would seem that the Colonial Government has orders to treat Irish patriots, as at rural fairs and merry-makings the master of ceremonies treats pigs; namely—to grease well their tails, that they may the more easily slip out of hand.