Gentle SHEPHERD, tell me true, Did, selecting time and place, Wary KEEVIL go for you,-- Hit you on the chest and face? Did he, waiting on the stairs, Watch until you passed him by, Then adroitly, unawares, Plant one on your weather eye? Did, O SHEPHERD, tell me true, Wary KEEVIL get at you! Gentle SHEPHERD, answer me, Say, did you, when last you spoke, Language use that possibly Wary KEEVIL might provoke? If so, p'raps 'twas not too wise, Though it could involve no right To attempt to black your eyes In a stand-up Board-Room fight! Ah! sweet SHEPHERD, sure his due He will get who went for you! * * * * * "PROUD O' THE TITLE."--The Bishop of LICHFIELD, in one of his speeches at the Church Congress last week, included the English Roman Catholics among the "other Nonconformists." Then his Lordship was graciously pleased to observe that he was very willing to acknowledge the QUEEN as supreme, but objected to the authority of Parliament, in Church matters. It is very evident on which side Dr. MACLAGAN would have been in the reign of the pure and pious HENRY THE EIGHTH, when that amiable monarch ordered the decapitation of those bigoted and obtuse "Nonconformists," Bishop FISHER, and Sir THOMAS MORE. * * * * * [Illustration: HARDLY FAIR. OUR ARTIST PAINTS AN INTERESTING STUDY OF A FURZE BUSH.] * * * * * THE NEW NORTH-WEST PASSAGE. _A Colloquy on the Canadian Shore._ _Canada._ "Westward the course of empire takes its way." _Britannia._ The Bishop's famous line, dear, bears to-day Modified meaning; westward runs indeed The route of empire,--ours! _Canada._ If I succeed In drawing hither Trade's unfaltering feet And _yours_, my triumph then will be complete. _Britannia._ Across your continent from sea to sea All is our own, my child, and all is free. No jealous rivals spy around our path With watchfulness not far remote from wrath. The sea-ways are my own, free from of old To keels adventurous and bosoms bold. Now, from my western cliffs that front the deep To where the warm Pacific waters sweep Around Cathay and old Zipangu's shore, My course is clear. What can I wish for more? To your young enterprise the praise is due. _Canada._ The praise, and profit, I would share with you. Canadian energy has felt the spur Of British capital; the flush and stir Of British patriot blood is in our heart; Still I am glad you think I've done my part.