OLD PAR.
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"AWAY WITH MELANCHOLY."--Nothing in Nature and Art combined is so sad
as the effect of a Street Minstrel playing something with flourishes
on a clarinet under the windows of your study during a yellow London
fog. "This way madness lies."
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"BOXING-DAY" will, of course, be kept with great festivity at the
Pelican Club. The contests will be of the friendliest character, and
will be genially announced as "Kiss-in-the-Ring."
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[Illustration: HIS FIRST BIRD.
"WELL, I DIDN'T MISS _THAT_ ONE, AT ALL EVENTS!"
"NO, SIR. THEY _WILL_ FLY INTO IT, SOMETIMES!"]
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THE BABES IN THE WOOD;
OR, THE ST. STEPHEN'S TRAGEDY.
_AN OLD (INGOLDSBYISH) SONG, TO A NEW (IRISH) TUNE._
When M.P.'s were all honest and good,
(A long time ago, I'm afraid, Ma'am),
We heard of the Babes in the Wood,
Who were jockeyed, misled, and betrayed, Ma'am.
Well, history, so we are told,
Repeats itself--varying slightly--
Once again two poor Babes have been--_sold_,
Let us say, just to put it politely.
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