Who, like the fishermen of old, Care not for house, nor lands, nor gold, But boldly brave the damp and cold?―― Our Bishops. 3. Who preach the gospel to the poor, And nurse the sick, and teach the boor―― Who faithful to the end endure?―― Our Bishops. 4. Who give up all for Jesus’ sake, And no thought for the morrow take, But daily sacrifices make?―― Our Bishops. 5. And who count everything a loss Except their Lord and Master’s cross, And reckon riches as but dross?―― Our Bishops. _Jon Duan_――Weldon’s Christmas Annual, 1874. EPISCOPAL SALARIES.――The thirty-one prelates of the Church of England receive £161,900 a year, and have more than thirty-one palaces. To contrast with this there are nearly one thousand clergymen whose average stipend is under £76 per annum. ――――:o:―――― L. S. D. What makes man selfish and morose, The cause of troubles, trials, and woes, What makes fierce friendship, fiercer foes? Money! What leads to murder and disgrace, What aids young sparks to go the pace; And takes him abroad to hide his face? Money! What leads to those sweet family rows, When Pa tells Ma with fearful vows, Tom shan’t spend more than he allows? Money! Again, what can’t we do without, What gives us power to gad about, Enjoy ourselves, and laugh and shout? Money! For what does man work hard all day, What makes him sad his bills to pay, (Paying them whether he will or nay)? Money! Oh, would I knew some little game To make my name well-known to fame, And bring me plenty of that same―― Money! _The Figaro Programme_, November 28, 1874. ――――:o:―――― THE RUSSIANS. Who spread no Sclavic Empire far O’er Khiva’s deserts and Kashgar, And murder not, and name it war? The Russians! Whose scourging armies never chose To make Darius’ sons their foes, And dye in blood the Persian rose? The Russians! Who camp by Attrek’s lonely shore? Whose sunny vales and Barakpore Shall hear the clang of arms no more, The Russians! Who did not dare destroy, annul, (Nor since defy us――coward, fool,) The record of Sevastopol? The Russians!