[Mr. GRANT ALLEN and several other advanced politicians have started a new party, the members of which are to be called Isocrats, a title very similar to one coined by COLERIDGE for a society which he desired to found on principles of general equality.--_Daily Paper._] Many have heard of Pantisocracy, A compound crude of COLERIDGE and cant, The latest products of Democracy Dub themselves Isocrats without the "pant." 'Tis as it should be, is it not, For what are they but _sans-culottes_? * * * * * AT LAST. At last the sky is actually blue. Say not "dull, hazy, cloudy, overcast," O weather prophets, "fine" alone is true At last. At last, as June is finishing, the Row Looks bright and gay. The difference is vast; The sunlit grass, the rhododendrons glow At last. At last my topper flies not in the gale, I gazing on its ruin quite aghast, Nor gets all spotted after rain or hail, At last. At last it rests serenely on my brow, As firm as colours nailed to any mast; In fact it's somewhat hot and heavy now, At last. At last you sport your thinnest frocks, fair maid, Sweet CHLOE, PHYLLIS, PYRRHA, prim or fast. Now AMARYLLIS dallies in the shade At last. At last NEÆRA'S hair is undisturbed, Not out of curl from damp, nor by the blast In tangles blown. She smiles quite unperturbed At last. At last. But soon the rain, the fog, the haze May spoil light frocks that now sweep gaily past. For _tempora mutantur_; such fine days Can't last. * * * * * TRAVELLING MOTTO AT HOLIDAY TIME.--"Too many Cooks (tourists) spoil the Continent." * * * * * [Illustration: WAITING THEIR TURN. (_In the Hot Room, St. Stephen's Baths, Westminster._) CHIEF ATTENDANT H-RC-RT (_to himself_). "WHICH SHALL I TAKE NEXT?"] * * * * * [Illustration: WHEEL OR WOE. _Maud_ (_who has had the misfortune to bring her Cousin from Provincial Town into the Row_). "BUT, GOOD GRACIOUS! I THOUGHT YOU WERE ACCUSTOMED TO HORSES; IN FACT, YOU TOLD ME YOU HAD BEEN RIDING A GOOD DEAL LATELY." _He_ (_in intervals of bumping_). "B--B--BUT IT WAS A B--B--BICYCLE!"] * * * * * NOMINE TANTUM. This morn, as now for half a score of years, I comfortably caught the nine-fifteen; At noon we met by chance--as noontide nears Such the weeks round our daily chance has been; Yet shipwrecked brother, newly come to land, Could not more fiercely seize me by the hand.