[_Exit from this life, to prove it._ * * * * * Mem. on the Behring-Sea Business. A Forty-hours' speech by magniloquent CARTER! That Behring Tribunal has caught a Tartar! Whatever the upshot one cannot but feel 'Tis a fine illustration of "Say and Seal!" Though _Bunsby_ might say of this lengthy oration, "The _Behring_ will lie in the application." * * * * * APPROPRIATE SONG (_for anybody connected with the Tourist-Managing firm of Gaze, on hearing a Lady say that she was "going to try a Cook."_) "Ah me! she has gone from our Gaze, That beautiful girl from our door!" (_The remainder can be added ad libitum, and sung whenever opportunity permits._) * * * * * "A MOVE ON THE BOARD" IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.--Our Surprising School-Board has voted in favour of allowing its Industrial School youths to enjoy "reasonable recreation" on Sundays. Its version of Sir WILLIAM JONES'S distich would be something as follows:-- The morn at Church, the afternoon at play, Will serve to while the Day of Rest away. Apparently it looks favourably on a modicum of Sunday Cricket or Football, and does not taboo even the enormity of Lawn-tennis. As against that eminently strict Sabbatarian, Mrs. GRUNDY, the tennis-player may defend himself by a reference to the "services" in which he is engaged. * * * * * [Illustration: OBVIOUS. "WANT ANYTHING ON IT, SIR?" "YES--CONFOUND YOU! MORE HAIR!"] * * * * * A SWINBURNE! (_See "Nineteenth Century."_) I. Three times one are always three; Waves are stormy on the sea; Bonnets oft contain a bee; Bear delights in bun. The ALGERNON, that ever Is linked to CHARLES, shall never From poet SWINBURNE sever, The three appear as one. II. Once he lashed and slashed the Priest, Chopped him up to make a feast, Called him brute and called him beast, Black as crows are black. But now he rhymes "together" (See CALVERLY) with "weather": He might have thrown in "heather," A rhyme that men call "hack." III. Clash the cymbal, beat the gong; Sense is weak, but sound is strong; Such is SWINBURNE'S latest song, Made by him alone. See WATTS and KNOWLES around us,-- JAMES KNOWLES with cheques hath bound us To write; the Muse hath found us With Putney Hill as throne. IV. When the wind's Nor-West by West, Man and beast are rarely blessed. Sometimes I like mutton best, Often I like veal. A poet (_not_ a puny 'un) Who raves about the Union, And hymns the States Communion, Takes none the less his meal. * * * * * In the City. Thursday Last. _First Member of Stock Exchange_ (_Unionist_). I say, JONES, you weren't in it! Why didn't you join us marching in procession, with CLARKE carrying the Union Jack, eh?