Take from the cellar of salt a proportion; Take from the castor both pepper and oil, With vinegar, too――but a moderate portion―― Too much of acid your salad will spoil. Mix them together; You need not mind whether You blend them exactly in apple-pie order! But when you’ve stirr’d away, Mix up the whole you may―― All but the eggs, which are used as a border. Take, take plenty of seasoning; A teaspoon of parsley that’s chopped in small pieces. Though, though, the point will bear reasoning, A small taste of onion the flavour increases. As the sauce curdle may, Should it, the process stay; Patiently do it again in due order. For, if you chance to spoil Vinegar, eggs, and oil. Still to proceed would on lunacy border. _Punch._ ―――― SONG BY A SURGEON. Take, take, blue pill and colocynth: Hey, Sir! your liver is much out of order. Take, take, rhubarb and aqua menth: Close on acute inflammation you border. Symptoms about your head, Make me congestion dread, When I take them with the rest in conjunction; Leave off wine, beer and grog: Arrowroot all your prog, Let organs rest to recover their function. _Punch_, November 12, 1859. ―――― RIFLEMEN BOTH SIDES OF THE BORDER. Drill, drill, London and Manchester, Shoulder your Enfields and shoot in good order; Drill, drill, Glasgow and Edinburgh; Don’t be behind us, on your side the border. Foreigners oft have said BRITAIN’S old fire is dead, Let your array tell a different story: Arm and make ready then, Squires, Shop, and Warehousemen, Scotchman and Englishman, Liberal and Tory. Come from the shops, where your goods you are praising, Come from your moors, from the red deer and roe: Come to the ground where the targets they’re raising, Come from your ledgers, per contra and Co. Bugles are sounding, drill sergeants grounding, Practice your wind in loose skirmishing order, Foes will think twice, I lay, ’ere they provoke a fray―― Once Britain stands in arms, both sides the Border. _Punch_, December 3, 1859. Written at the time the great Rifle Volunteer movement was starting into life in England and Scotland. ――――:o:―――― MR. KEMBLE’S FAREWELL ADDRESS. _On taking leave of the Edinburgh Stage._