For you, friend CAPRIVI, your manners are nice, Your style of caressing is verily charming; How soothingly sweet is your placid advice, Your mild deprecation is almost disarming; Almost, but not quite, for 'tis true Teuton law That unfailing defence is the root of the matter; And Leo is fully aware tooth and claw Must not be _talked off_ e'en by friendlies who flatter. Your prod, my good STANLEY, CAPRIVI, your pat, Are politic both; I've an eye upon each of you. The lids may look lazy, but don't trust to that; I watch, and I wait, and I weigh the 'cute speech of you. I do not mind learning from both of your books, But though you may think Leo given to slumber, He may not be quite such a slug as he looks, As rivals have found, dear boys, times out of number! * * * * * AMONGST Cambridge cricketers Mr. GOSLING and Mr. HENFREY may be trusted to avoid duck's eggs. Mr. ROWELL prefers to bat well; and Mr. LEESE wishes he had a freehold when he is at the wickets. With WOODS, a HILL, a (STREAT)FIELD, a (BERES)FORD and a (COTTE)RILL, there's plenty of variety about FENNER'S ground at present. * * * * * [Illustration: "NOT SUCH A FOOL AS HE LOOKS!" H. M. STANLEY. "NOW THEN, STOOPID! KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN!!"] * * * * * MODERN TYPES. (_By Mr. Punch's own Type Writer._) No. XII.--THE POOR LADY BOUNTIFUL. [Illustration] POVERTY is commonly supposed to be a bar to all generosity and enjoyment of life. Perhaps this may be true of a certain class. But there is a kind of genteel and not unfashionable poverty with regard to which it is mainly false. A poor lady, for instance, who is afflicted with an overmastering charitable impulse, and is blessed with energy, will use this bar of poverty as a lever with which to move the bounty of her friends, in order that she herself may appear bountiful, and, as a rule, her efforts in this direction will be crowned with a success that would be phenomenal, if it were not so common. The history of her earlier years is easily written. Whilst still a child, she begins a collecting career, by being entrusted, on behalf of a church building fund, with a card divided into "bricks," each brick being valued at the price of half-a-crown. Her triumphs in inducing her relations and their friends to become purchasers of these minute and valueless squares of cardboard are great, and the consideration she acquires on all hands as a precocious charitable agent is very acceptable even to her childish mind.