Heed the things which you see and the things you now hear (That's English, you know; quite English, you know). Economy, Order, and Justice _sans_ fear! (They're English; quite English, you know!) The Soldier and Citizen then will agree, (That's English, you know; quite English, you know,) The Press and the Priesthood alike will be free (That's English, you know; quite English, you know). Then will France to her ancient pre-eminence rise; The German will watch her with reverent eyes; All the Powers rush forward to be her allies (_That's_ French, you know; _very_ French, you know). _Chorus._ These things you shall see which you now only hear (That's certain you know; quite certain, you know): If only you'll let my new System appear. (That's English; quite English, you know!) Constitutional principles, these, my good friend! (They're English, you know; quite English, you know)-- They Conservative needs and Equality blend, (That's English, you know; quite English, you know). _Do_ at my new Royal rig-out take a glance! In this to the front I shall proudly advance, As the true King of all, and first Servant of France, (But English, you know; quite English, you know). _Chorus._ The things which I say it is time you should hear (They're English, you know; quite English, you know). The principles these to make France without peer (Though they're English; quite English, you know)! * * * * * Illustration: THE STATE OF THE GAME. _Lady Customer._ "HOW MUCH ARE GROUSE TO-DAY, MR. JIBLETS?" _Poulterer._ "TWELVE SHILLINGS A BRACE, MA'AM. SHALL I SEND THEM----" _Lady Customer._ "NO, YOU NEED NOT SEND THEM. MY HUSBAND'S OUT GROUSE-SHOOTING, AND HE'LL CALL FOR THEM AS HE COMES HOME!!" * * * * * Aphorism. (_By a Snubbed Poet._) "A Thing of Beauty is a joy for ever;" Except a pretty girl, who thinks she's clever. * * * * * NOMENCLATURE.--Somebody calls the "Thunderer's" daily fulmination against Mr. GLADSTONE an _ignis fatuus_, or foolish fire of Party journalism. Would not "Whip poor Will" be a more suitable title? * * * * * MEM. FROM DERBYSHIRE.--The real "Lovers' Leap"--Marriage. * * * * * ALL IN PLAY. MY DEAR MR. PUNCH,