The spirit comfort gathers, From schemes designed to save Brave fellows, who have dared the deep, Near home to find a grave. See how o'er rock and quicksand fell, The Electric ray doth glow, And sweep o'er the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the tempest rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow! III. BRITANNIA needs as bulwarks Light-towers along the steep, To save her gallant sons from graves Near home, though on the deep. With levin as from Jovian hand She'll light the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the tempest rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. IV. The Mariners of England Glad eyes shall shoreward turn In danger's night. Behold, brave hearts, Where the Star of Hope doth burn! Science, tired by Humanity, Their grateful song shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the storm is o'er, and they're safe ashore, Thanks to Hope's beacon-glow! * * * * * _Q._ Are there any Lighthouses away from the Coast?--_A._ Certainly. _Q._ Where?--_A._ In London. _Q._ Name them.--_A._ The Comedy, Toole's, the Opera Comique, and Strand. All Light-and-leading Houses. * * * * * [Illustration: A SNUB. "FIFTY GUINEAS FOR A BOA AND A MUFF! THAT'S RATHER DEAR, ISN'T IT?" "WE DON'T KEEP CATSKIN, MADAM!"] * * * * * A METROPOLITAN MAYOR'S NEST. ["The Common Council is stated to have appointed a 'Fighting Committee' to oppose the Unification of London, and to take steps for the formation of separate Municipalities in different parts of the Metropolis."--_Daily Paper._] _Lord Mayor's Day._--Ah, if only we had not got Parliament to sanction the plan of splitting London up into distinct Municipalities, what a proud day this would be for me! As it is, must try and remember that I am _not_ LORD MAYOR of London at all, but only Mayor of the new Corporate Borough of Cripplegate Without, one of the half-dozen boroughs into which the old City has been divided. _The Show._--Well, thank goodness, we do keep _that_ up! All the 674 Mayors of all the different districts of London take part in it. That reminds me that I must put on my Civic robes, edged with imitation ermine, and my aluminium chain of office, and prepare to start. A little hitch to begin with. Mayors all assembled outside Guildhall. Mayor of South-South-West Hammersmith tries to join us. Nobody seems to know him. Very suspicious, especially as, on referring to official records, we find that there is no such borough as South-South-West Hammersmith! We tell him so. He replies, sulkily, that it was created last night by a Special Vote of the South-West Hammersmith Town Council, who found the work getting too much for them, and that, anyhow, "he intends to take part in the procession." Awkward--but we have to yield.