* * * * * JABEZWOCKY. ["In the House of Lords a Bill strengthening the power of making Directors liable in respect of misconduct or neglect in the winding-up of Companies passed its second reading."--_Daily Paper._] 'Twas Ruin! And the Small Invest- -Ors gyred and gimbled in despair; Common as dirt were Shareholders, But assets very rare! "Beware the Jabezwock, my Lord! The jaws that bite, the claws that dig; Beware the Hobbs-hobbs bird, and shun The saintly Guinea-pig!" The Peer set out, his Bill in hand; He had to be extremely leary In tackling such an artful foe, Whose weapon was _Suppressio Veri_! And as he mused o'er blighted lives, The Jabezwock, as yet unfloored, Came snuffling piously to join A meeting of its Board. One, two! One, two! And through and through All stages passed the Bill like winking; And this is what the Peers just then Most probably were thinking:-- "And have we scotched the Jabezwock, And spoiled him of his false Prospectus! O frabjous day! What Rad will say That from this House he'd now eject us?" 'Twas Ruin ruined! And the dupes Quite chortled such a sight to see; The smug Director brought to book Near to the Dividend Tree! * * * * * NEW NURSERY RHYME. (_By a Sporting M.P._) ["Official opinion will be, and indeed has been, brought to bear upon Mr. HANBURY and his small knot of obstructionists to avert an unreasonable discussion of the Estimates."--_Daily Chronicle._] Autumn Session? Of course! Isn't HANBURY cross To see the Grand Old Man So ride the high horse? But why should _we_ linger Afar from the grouse, To help the obstructives Discredit the House? * * * * * BARNETT OF BRISTOL CITY. _A Song of St. Jude's._ [The Rev. S. A. BARNETT, late Vicar of St. Jude's, Whitechapel, has been promoted to the Canonry of Bristol.] AIR--"_Nancy of Bristol City._" BARNETT is Canon of Bristol City! Pass the news around, my boys! To leave Whitechapel seems half a pity; Sorrow will go round, my boys! St. Jude's, and thy great Hall, Toynbee, Some right good Christians doubtless see; But they're all small shakes along o' _he!_ Pass his health around, my boys! BARNETT! BARNETT! Well did he "arn" it-- That Bristol Canonree! And when he gets to Bristol City, Pass the cheers around, my boys! He'll draw the wise, the kind, the pretty; They _must_ gather round, my boys. The slum he sweetened in London's east, With Charity's boon, and Fine Arts' feast, Will miss this good, sage, gentle priest; Pass his health around, my boys! BARNETT! BARNETT! Your loss we'll larn it, You were the Man for _we_! _Your health, where'er you be!_ * * * * * _NOUS_ AND NERVES.