BELLONA sleeps! Oh, may that sleep, Though it seem restless, yet be deep! May Somnus hold her in his keep! Humanity prays that she may lie For ever with unopened eye!-- But--what dim sheeted ghosts go by? What spectres of what coming woes, What vision-shocks of phantom foes Make that hand stretch, and clutch, and close? What rattle of the war-dogs' chain Steals through dull slumber to her brain? Are Love's bland opiates all in vain? Vain Science, Commerce, Human ruth, The love of Right, the search of Truth, Wisdom of Sage and warmth of Youth? That hand, stretched in half-conscious quest Of the war-weapon, doth attest Awakening's prelude in--Unrest! Wake not, War-Goddess! _When_ you stir, The Raven-wings, once more a-whirr, May see our earth--a sepulchre! * * * * * [Illustration: UNREST!] * * * * * SYMPATHY. SCENE--_In front of_ Mrs. R.'s _house._ _Mrs. R._ (_paying_ Cabman). You look all right to-day. _Cabman._ Ah, mum! my looks don't pity me. I suffer from a tarpaulin liver. _Mrs. R._ (_correcting_). A torpedo liver you mean. [Cabman _accepts the correction, and an extra shilling_. * * * * * LESSONS IN LAUGHTER. ["Instead of the many educational extras in our Board Schools, why should there not be some elementary class devoted to the development of humour?"--_Mr. James Payn, in the "Illustrated London News._"] Why not, indeed? This resplendent suggestion of Carefully training the humorous sense Cannot, nay, must not, be burked by a question of Practical parents, or shillings and pence. Down with arithmetic, spelling, or history, Books that are stupid, and arts that are trite, Rather we'll turn to each novelist's mystery, Study the volumes our humorists write. Those who at present look sadly their task upon, View it with evident hate and disdain, Much will rejoice when invited to bask upon Witty romances composed by JAMES PAYN. Soon for diversion they'll take, and feel pleasure in, DOBSON for dinner, and LOCKER for lunch, And will employ what remains of their leisure in Weekly digesting a volume of _Punch_. Then, that each young and intelligent artisan May not be prejudiced as to his view, LANG will appear as antiquity's partisan, ZANGWILL will treat of the humorists new. So, while we thank Mr. PAYN for inventing it, Chiefly the system will profit us then, Since--a great fact, though he shrinks from presenting it-- Humorists all will be opulent men! * * * * * FRAGMENT OF A POLICE "REPORT D'ARTHUR."