A certain noble Lord was supposed to have somewhat disparaged one of his horses on sale by describing him as "a Whistler." JAMES MCNEILL, "of that ilk," was of opinion that this description, supposing the animal to have been "a genuine Whistler," ought to have increased its value considerably. * * * * * The Musical Coster Craze. _Customer._ Have you a copy of COSTA'S _Eli_? _Shopman._ No, Sir; we have none of CHEVALIER'S songs. * * * * * SUPERLATIVE!--The appointment of Mr. DUFF, M.P., to be Governor of New South Wales is a "positive" good, seeing that they might have appointed "a comparative Duffer." * * * * * LOVELY CHEESE! OR, A WELSH RARE-BIT. [Illustration] AIR--_"Lovely Night." Dissenting Anti-Church Mice sing_:-- Lovely Cheese! Lovely Cheese! To Church Mice thou art most dear, But _do_ please, but _do_ please Let _us_ also share thy cheer: For though our "freedom" gladsome seems, Too oft it brings poor fare alone; But aided by what haunts our dreams, How many joys Church Mice have known! Lovely Cheese! Lovely Cheese! Long we've yearned to draw more near To the ease, toothsome ease, Of the dwellers in thy sphere! Lovely cheese! Lovely cheese! When a mouse thy cover nears, Growling fit his heart to freeze, Some keen-claw'd (Church) cat appears. But now--that knife portends a boon; Monopoly slice by slice 'twill slay. We, too, may get--let it be soon!-- Our bit of cheese, some day, some day! Lovely Cheese! Lovely Cheese! When that cover's lifted clear, With what ease, with what ease We poor mice may share Church cheer! * * * * * There was a feeling of uncertainty in the House of Commons last Wednesday, as to what should be taken to constitute "A Religious Body." Not to go harking back to the Rev. SYDNEY SMITH'S definition of "a Corporation"--which, without speaking it profanely, cannot be here quoted without offending eyes polite,--one may say that "A Religious Body" is a contradiction in terms. It is simply "A Soul-less Thing." * * * * * "What's the name of that German Beer?" asked Mrs. R., "I rather think it is Pil-sen-ner. It sounds to me more like medicine." * * * * * THE MAN FROM BLANKLEYS. A STORY IN SCENES. SCENE XI.--_The Drawing-room._ Mrs. GILWATTLE _is still unable to express her feelings by more than a contemptuous glare._ _Uncle Gabriel._ My--ah--love, you didn't hear me. I was saying I've almost prevailed on his Lordship---- _Mrs. Gilwattle_ (_becoming articulate_). His Lordship, indeed! If _that's_ a Lord, I don't wonder you're such a Radical! _Uncle Gab._ Why--why--what's _come_ to you, JOANNA? My Lord, I hope you'll excuse her--she's a little----