In wrath redundant SWINBURNE turns and rends The "good grey" bard. Alack for SWINBURNE'S "friends"! He worshipped once at thy red shine, Revolt, Now thou'rt a mark for his Olympian bolt; But when he rounds on poor barbaric WALT, One can but gasp, and wonder where he'll halt. Coupled with BYRON in one furious "slate"? O poor Manhattan mouther, what a fate! ALGERNON'S blunderbuss is double-barrelled; Down at one shot go "_Drum Taps_" and "_Childe Harold_." Just fancy being levelled down to--BYRON! Alas! what woes the poet's path environ. What next, and next? BYRON called SOUTHEY "gander." But then the lordly rhymester railed at LANDOR, One of the SWINBURNE fetishes, enough To prove that all he wrote was soulless stuff-- But stop! Who knows that SWINBURNE, on the ravage, May not, next time, pitch into WALTER SAVAGE? The idols he once worshipped now he'd burn, So e'en MAZZINI yet may have his turn-- Nay, since the hour for palinodes has struck, At Hugomania he may run amuck; And, VICTOR being laid upon the shelf, There'll be but one to round upon--himself. * * * * * ELEGANT EXTRACTS BY EMINENT MEN. A very interesting article appears in the current number of the _Fortnightly Magazine_, in which the favourite "quotations" of many celebrated persons are introduced with much effect. Always ready to take a hint, _Mr. Punch_ has asked everyone he knows to furnish him with his predilections. The following is the result:-- Mr. BRIEFLESS, Junior, of Pump-handle Court writes, "I have carefully considered the circular you have forwarded to me, and am distinctly of opinion that my favourite reading is, 'With you the Attorney-General.'" "ROBERT" says that his favourite phrase is, "'Ere's 'alf a sovereign for yourself, but you deserves more!" "'ARRY" says he can't think of anything more "fust class" than, "The 'orn of the 'unter is 'eard on the 'ill." And (more or less) the whole world declares that there is no pleasanter announcement than "_Punch, or the London Charivari_, is published every Wednesday." * * * * * Mem. for Our Muddlers. It _cannot_ be in the interests of peace that we turn our swords into--corkscrews, and our bayonets into--button-hooks. That extremely secular reading of a sacred passage, appears to be the accepted one, however, in Ordnance Departments, and other places where they play the fool. * * * * * [Illustration: GERMAN ENGLISH. _German Belle._ "ACH! YOU ARE FONT OF YACHTING! ZEN I ZUPPOSE YOU ARE A GOOT _SALESMAN_?"] * * * * * THE END OF THE JUBILEE.