* * * * * Land Measure. [Mr. JESSE COLLINGS supports the Government Allotments Bill, although it only holds forth a prospect of one acre, and no cow.] JESSE content with SALISBURY'S gift? How odd! One acre only, and of cows a lack! Pooh! JESSE takes this "acre" as a "rod"-- For faithless GLADSTONE'S back. * * * * * THE QUESTION OF THE HOUR.--The Government have been given a good inch (of coercive power). Will they take a (National) League? * * * * * WELSH FOR THE WELSH. MR. PUNCH by some accident was unable to be present at the "Eisteddfod Genhedlaethol y Cymry," and therefore could not take part in the competitions at the Albert Hall. For the sake of the other bards he is glad, as he feels sure that had he sung his own little composition he would have been hailed at once "_Pencerd Gwalia_," "_Mynorydd_" and "_Owen Dyfed_," rolled into one. However, that the World may not suffer by his unselfishness, he publishes his _Anerchiaudau ir Llywydd_ (Poetical Address to the President), which he would have sung to an accompaniment of a hundred harps. As it is short, he gives it in full:-- Y MORWYNIG GWYNTOEDD. Hi ddiddleth di ddiddleth ghist katte haw di fiddleth, Ac kowwe pob gofid y munne, Fel lliddell doggggg rawd di see glap spwwt, Ond di pplatt gofid rhosyn di ssspnnn Fy mam, fly man, O pale ale man am di fly man! * * * * * PRIVILEGED PISTOLS. THE CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER, it is rumoured, a few days since, received a deputation of schoolboys home for the holidays, and other young gentlemen delegated to him with a petition that he would propose a bill for the repeal of the duty now demanded for permission to carry a gun. The foreboy of the memorialists, Master SMITHERS, in an address premised with "Please Sir," informed the Right Honourable Gentleman of the object of their application. He, and those other fellows, considered the gun-tax an awfully hard impost, he might say imposition--out of school-hours. It denied them a recreation they particularly wanted to enjoy in the holidays, namely, shooting, which was fun for them as good as for Members of Parliament. Shooting was shooting, whether you shot sparrows or grouse. But ten bob duty was more than poor fellows could afford. [Illustration: Revolvers.]