'Tis said that 'neath a Hatfield Oak, ELIZABETH was sitting, When courtiers hastened there and spoke, In lowly tones, befitting The mighty message that they bore; There, where the leaves waved o'er her, They hailed her QUEEN from shore to shore, And humbly bowed before her. And now another QUEEN has gone Where Hatfield lawns are shady; The ancient oaks have looked upon, Another gracious Lady. Once more a CECIL plays the host, And bows in Royal presence; What wonder if Queen BESS'S ghost, Looked down upon the pleasance. The past and present seem to meet, In those historic portals; Methinks our modern Statesmen greet, ELIZABETH'S immortals. And, as the phantoms fade away, While bells clash from the steeple, They cry, "Long live VICTORIA, To bless her loving people!" * * * * * VERY ANNOYING.--Just when everything was going along so smoothly, just when the Jubilee police arrangements had been so successful as to warrant a tribute from Chief Commissioner _Punch_, and a recognition from Londoners generally, to have these police difficulties suddenly sprung upon Sir CHARLES WARREN was enough to drive him wild,--enough to make him a rabid WARREN. But he has taken the right course, and much good will come out of all this trouble. Cheer up, Sir CHARLES! Anyhow _you_ are not in for a CASS-tigation. * * * * * ON Messrs. RICHARD BENTLEY AND SONS' list of books appears _Mr. Hissey's Journeys in England_. What an unpleasant visitor, if he is only true to the name of HISSEY, and makes the tour of the Theatres in London and the provinces. Managers, beware! * * * * * "MY LAWYER." [Crown 8vo., 6_s._ 6_d._, MY LAWYER: A Concise Abridgment of, and Popular Guide to, the Laws of England. By a Barrister-at-Law.] Who was it, when I thought I saw In something I had signed a flaw, Gave me my first distaste for law? My Lawyer. Who, when into his hands I fell, As I my grievance tried to tell, Around me wove some fatal spell? My Lawyer. Who from my mind at once all trace Of doubt and fear did quite efface, And made me think I had a "case"? My Lawyer. Who of all obstacles made light, And, whether I was wrong or right, Insisted that I ought to fight? My Lawyer. Who, as I saw the costs increase, And wished to come to terms of peace, Declined to let the turmoil cease? My Lawyer. Who daily plagued me more and more, And every time I passed his door Charged me straight off thirteen-and-four? My Lawyer. Who, liking not his little games, When I resolved to waive my claims, Quick added fuel to the flames? My Lawyer.