I have in my mind at this moment the drawing of a certain sweepstakes. An eminent counsel (I will not mention his name), was present and drew a blank. On his behalf I appeal for a revision, a reversal of judgment. Do not let there be a mixture of the glories of Nature with the ups and down of sporting speculative practice. Let those who took part in that sweep--winners and losers alike--return their stakes. I will hold them on the general behalf. Then when I have received the cash as trustee I will find out that eminent counsel and place the money in his hands. I have nothing more to add, save to set forth as a guarantee of good faith my signature warranted by my address. A. BRIEFLESS, JUNIOR. _Pump-handle Court, June_ 1, 1895. * * * * * OH, MY PROPHETIC SOUL, MY PUNCHIUS! ["_Punch_ made a great hit" (in his last Cartoon "A Doubtful Stayer"), "and will probably take credit to himself for having been one of the very few who 'tipped' _Sir Visto_ for the Derby."--_Leeds Mercury._] Thanks, Mercury, thanks! Acclaim from all ranks Declares _Mr. Punch_ is _the_ prophet to follow. The Public rejoices, and Mercury voices The popular praise due to Punchius Apollo. The oracular god, with a genial nod, Admits that he knew it, foresaw it, and _said_ it! But oh, deary, deary! His pen it would weary If for all his successful straight tips he "took credit." At Delphi of old they _sometimes_ hit the gold; _Punch's_ oracles nought to equivocal mist owe. No riddle or rebus contents the new Phoebus, So all wise men twigged when he tipped 'em _Sir Visto!_ * * * * * OUR BOOKING-OFFICE. [Illustration]