*** Also the original jest itself, bottled in high spirits, and in a fair state of preservation. As clearly as can be deciphered, the legend is something about "an Indian," "an oarsman," and "feathering a scull," or "skull." 5. A dissertation on the text that "The weakest goes to the Wall," showing how this proverb has been for many years directly contradicted, not only in theory but in practice during the Foot-ball time; it being at Eton the strongest who invariably go to "the Wall." 6. A finely illustrated poem on a bathing subject. It is called "_The Passing of Arthur_." The picture shows the Masters on the bank at Cuckoo Ware, while one small natational Candidate is still in a punt shiveringly awaiting the command to jump in again and swim the regulation distance. From the title, it may be taken for granted that this ARTHUR did "pass" after all. Poor little chap! 7. "_Going a Cropper off the Acropperlis at Athens_." Another bathing subject--unsigned. * * * * * MOMUS ON MANIPUR. Sentiment, GORST, to your stern soul, May seem a "Simple Simon;" But if there _be_ a cheaper _rôle_, 'Tis that of twopenny Timon! * * * * * Twin MOTTO.--"_You mustn't speak to the Man at the Wheel_" has become a proverbial expression. It stood alone. Now it has a companion; it comes from the hand of "A Master." It is, "_You must not speak to the Gentlemen of the Jury._" The exceptions which prove this rule are in favour of the Judge, the Counsel, the Clerk, and the Usher. * * * * * THE LOST SERGEANT. [In a recent case before Mr. Justice CHITTY, a doubt was expressed as to whether there was still such an officer as the Sergeant-at-Arms attending the Courts. His services had not been required since 1879. After some inquiry, however, he was discovered.] SERGEANT-AT-ARMS, where wert thou? Haply pensioned In some remote and solitary spot; By lips judicial never even mentioned, The Courts forgetting, by the Courts forgot. Far from thy kind in some provincial village, Didst thou devote thy hoary age to tillage? Didst thou, perchance to lower heights declining Lately, as busman, strike for higher pay? Or, to the lash of fate thy soul resigning, Wear a red cap and drive a brewer's dray? Or didst thou on a hansom seek to fleece men, And scorn the fair, and battle with policemen? Or, didst thou play (as often I have seen a Musician play in snow, or sleet, or rain) The cornet or expansive concertina Outside a public-house, and all in vain? Music hath charms, but public-house men mock it, Let loose an oath, but button up their pocket.