Hist! What is that? Thought I heard a low grunt. Hope not, I'm sure, for I'm sick of stye-voices ARTHUR of those, has no doubt, borne the brunt; Now in a semi-relief he rejoices Pigs are fit only for styes and nose-ringing. Never let Irish ones run loose and root, Rather wish ARTHUR were less sweet on flinging Pearls before pigs; as well feed 'em on fruit. _Hrumph_! There. I thought so! _Hrumph_! _hrumph_! What a pest! Sure that big brute has his eye on my ladder. Has ARTHUR loosed him? He thinks he knows best, But a nasty spill _now_!--nothing well could be sadder Brutes always rub their broad backs and stiff bristles Against--anything that comes handy. Oh lor! How the brute shoulders, and snorts, grunts and whistles! Off to the gutter, you big Irish boar! Not he! He nears me! It _is_ ARTHUR's pet. Light ladder this; would capsize in a jiffy. His bristles he'd scrape and his tusks he would whet Against it, I wish he were drowned in the Liffey! _Whisht_! Get away! He's so heavy and big. There! round the ladder he's playing the fooler. Ah! there's the rub. PATRICK scumfish that Pig! If he doesn't mean deviltry I'm a--Home Ruler! [_Left fidgetting._ * * * * * UNASKED. Unasked, the Tax-Collector wild Presents to smirking MARY his Demand--on what the Roman styled "_Kalendis Januariis_." Unasked, a Christmas-box to gain, Sweeps, lamplighters, and postmen come; Unasked--too often to remain-- The wife's mammas of most men come. Unasked, it looms--that ophicleide From Germany, with melodies Whereat the cow of story died; Whereat a modern fellow dies. Unasked, partakes my Christmas cheer, (Whom oft, my front-door bell at, I've Surprised, the better much for beer)-- My Cook's fraternal relative. Unasked, my bills appear in shoals, "_With compliments_" from creditors; Unasked, in verse I send my soul's Throbs--with a stamp--to Editors. Unasked, that editorial pack Return my "throbs" in heavy, new, Crisp envelopes, unstamped, alack! While I defray the Revenue. * * * * * MRS. RAM's nephew was reading aloud the prospectus of the Clerical, Medical, and General Life Assurance Society. She was much impressed by the idea of Clerical Assurance, and expressed herself greatly pleased at the Ven. Archdeacon FARRAR being one of the Directors. "But what puzzles me," observed the excellent lady, "is a paragraph headed 'Disposal of the Surplice.' I know that, years ago, there was a 'surplice difficulty.' But I thought that had been disposed of. Or," she added, brightening up, as if struck by a happy solution of the difficulty, "does it mean that the Clerical Assurance Society means to take in washing? Most useful if they do, and so paying." * * * * * DEFINITION OF "CHAFF."--The husk of Wit.