_Second Mem._ (_referring to betting-book_). I am not particularly fond of that sweetstuff, but I think I can act as commissioner for my aunt. (_Enters bet._) Is your list full for The Band of Joy Two-year-old Caudle Cup? _First Mem._ (_after reference to betting-book_). Well, I don't mind backing my opinion about the Churchwarden's _County Council_. Do you know his price? _Second Mem._ I see in the _Charity Box_ of last night that he was in considerable demand at Tattersall's. As much as two to one in Abyssinian sugar-sticks was taken freely. I don't mind letting you have a pound of mixed biscuits to an ounce of Everton toffy, if that will suit you. _First Mem._ All right. (_Makes entry in betting-book._) And now I really must go. _First Mem._ What, are you off? _Second Mem._ Why, yes. I want to see my stockbroker. I have quite a heavy flutter on in connection with these new Carbonate of Soda Mines. If they don't go up a bit before the next account I may lose a cool thousand. _First Mem._ Just my case. However, I shall be able to pull through, as now that gambling is prohibited on the turf and in the club, there is more money available for different purposes. [_Exeunt for the City._ * * * * * TO CORINNA. The jocund spring, in season ripe, Her reign of gladness hath commenced, Each shepherd mends his broken pipe, Each nymph knows well The subtle spell By which she'll soon be influenz'ed. Then tarry not, belovèd maid, Nor make thy worshipper endure Such woes as haunt him who's afraid, And yet desires To think Love's fires Alone have raised his temperature! What though the crocus still delays? No fragrance hath it sweet or rare; The snowdrop pale let others praise; We need not yet The violet When eucalyptus fills the air! Away with winter's peevish woes! We'll wander though the meadows green Or where the babbling river flows, And on the brink We'll sit and drink Ambrosial tincture of quinine. * * * * * [Illustration: "OVER!" _Mr. St-dd-rt, Captain of the English Eleven, with Mr. G-ff-n, the Australian Captain, sing in harmony_-- "THE LION AND THE KANGAROO FIGHTING FOR THE CROWN, THE LION BEAT THE KANGAROO-- HELPED BY MR. BROWN!" ** "Mr. BROWN was 'caught' with 140 to his credit."--_Times' Report._] "OVER!" _Or, The Battle of the Bats._ The Lion and the Kangaroo Fighting for the Crown, The Lion licked the Kangaroo-- Helped by Mister BROWN! AIR--"_Battle of the Baltic._" Of STODDART--splendid name!-- Sing the rapturous renown, When our boys to battle came, All to win the Cricket Crown; Though Australia once again the toss had won. But the Britons took their stand In a bold determined band, And the Best Bat in the Land Led them on.