_Verb, sap._, Ask HAMLEY; he is "in the know," And he has tried--with some success--to teach you. I know the usual fine official flow; 'Tis time the voice of rough sound sense should reach you. A long, harsh dieting of stint and snubbing For patriot youth is not nutritious "grubbing." Reviewing the Review, you say nice things; Well, if we've done our duty, do yours also. Alternate verbal pats and scornful flings, Are scarce good policy, or what I call so. To do our duty is, of course, our pleasure, But to be fined for doing it's hard measure. To get ourselves equipped seems hard enough, But lots of us are always out of pocket By giving unpaid service! That's sheer stuff! If this shocks Government, I _wish_ to shock it, Because improvement hinges truth's success on; And this, I think, is a sound Easter Lesson. * * * * * AN UNCHRISTIAN CAVEAT. [AGNES LAMBERT was charged at Marylebone Police Court with stealing a purse at a Confirmation service at Christ Church, Regent's Park. Mr. E. BEARD, barrister, submitted that there was not sufficient evidence for the case to go to a jury, Mr. BEARD remarking, that the place was a church. Mr. MARSHAM retorted, "Yes; and what right had a woman like her to be there?"] What right? A largish question, learned Sir, Larger, perchance, than struck your legal mind. Smitten with sudden anger against her Whose face in such a scene 'twas strange to find; Close the Church-doors to creatures of her kind? Stay, Rhadamanthus! Pharisaic taste Is no safe guide to Charity's true rule. Beware, lest like King DAVID, in his haste, You trust the zeal experience should school To thought more kindly and to care more cool. What right? Suppose her sinner, even then The sacred precinct hath far wider scope Than any dwelling set apart of men. This temple is the LORD'S, from base to cope. Here faltering Faith and half-extinguished Hope Find entrance unrebuked of Charity. What right? E'en so SIMON the Pharisee Might have demanded of the MAGDALEN, And with a fairer reason. But restrain The weariest waif from entrance to the fane Where pure young girls come for a special grace, Whither the smug-faced citizen may pace, The modish lady trail her silken skirt? Nay, Sir, it is too arbitrary-rash, This caveat, and with Charity must clash, Here sinful souls and spirits sorely hurt Find their last refuge and sole hope. Wherefore Against no soul that suffers close that door! Let MAGDALEN look on, if so she please, At these pure maidens. Can it injure these? Whilst the scene's influence on her spirit dark Not Rhadamanthus in his seat may mark. * * * * * ANOTHER "COUNT OUT."--HERBERT BISMARCK. * * * * *