AIR--"_The University of Gottingen." London, loquitur_:-- I. Whene'er with longing eyes you view Degrees, I feel I'm _un_done, Sir, And so do the companions true Who studied with you at the U- -niversity of London, Sir-- -niversity of London, Sir! [_Weeps, and pulls out report of stormy meeting of Convocation of University of London, where new draft charter (of which_ Lord HERSCHELL _and_ Lord Justice FRY _were the most prominent advocates) was rejected by 461 votes against 197._ II. Report! It saddens me--and you. Was it in cruel fun done, Sir! What QUAIN and HERSCHELL, said was true! Durham can crow it o'er the U- -niversity of London, Sir! -niversity of London, Sir! [_At the repetition of this line young--but degreeless--Medical Student groans in cadence._ III. Degrees! _I_ cannot grant them--true! Or it were with a run done, Sir. I'm _only_ the Metropolis. Pooh! Provincial pedants flout the U- -niversity of London, Sir! -niversity of London, Sir! IV. Talk of Home Rule? It's all askew! I have it not, for one done, Sir. I've taught you; your "trademark"--boohoo!-- I cannot give you at the U- -niversity of London, Sir! -niversity of London, Sir! V. To knowledge in my halls you grew; But now you are--dear son, done, Sir! You're only a mere Medical Stu- -dent at the sorely slighted U- -niversity of London, Sir. -niversity of London, Sir! VI. Off--to Newcastle, boy! Adieu! By that big vote we're undone, Sir. Provincial Colleges have exclu- -sive rights denied to the poor U- -niversity of London, Sir? -niversity of London, Sir! [_During the last stanza, M.S. beats his breast with his stethoscope and goes off--like coals--to Newcastle, or like mustard--to Durham--to waste valuable time in getting in those colossal provincial centres what "Poor Little London" cannot grant him._ * * * * * BREAKFAST TABLE-TALK. (_FROM EDISON'S PHRASE-BOOK._) Good gracious! what was that horrible noise? It sounded like the falling of a leg of mutton! Oh! that was only the blow delivered by the Hackney Cockchafer on the eye of the Midland Wrap-Rascal. It's the best fight I've seen for a long time. I wish, then, you would take it with you into another room. I can scarcely catch a single word of the Rev. JABEZ FISHE's delightful sermon, to which I am endeavouring to listen. Heavens! why all the windows are broken! And the mirrors are shattered! And the chandelier has come down! Well, my dear, I am very sorry, but I was much interested in the firing of this new 137-ton gun, and they have just let it off. That's all. * * * * * GEOGRAPHICAL.