When a man's safe at his bankers, What does it mean, let us think-- Freedom from care and its cankers, Plenty of victuals and drink? Nay, but it opens the garden Of tender illusion and joy, Where faults find immediate pardon, And worrying ways don't annoy. In the light of futurity's favours Fair gratitude burgeons amain, And the flittermouse Love never wavers In truth to the Psyche of gain. Bountiful Money! 'Twill make you Worthy in manners and birth; Beauty for better will take you (Little as that may be worth), Hosts by the hand kindly shake you, Crowds, when you wish to be funny, Mind doing homage to Money, Laugh with inordinate mirth. Sages and moralists blame thee, Stoics stand gloomy above thee, Preachers with obloquy name thee, Hermits and anchorites shame thee, But symbol of all that is sunny, Coy, courteous, flattering Money, I love thee, I love thee, I love thee! * * * * * "BETTER LATE THAN NEVER!" (_AN OPEN LETTER TO SOMEBODY._) DEAR NOBLE CORRESPONDENT TO THE _TIMES_,--We see that you are doing your best to defend the proposed destruction of the Lincoln's Inn Gateway in Chancery Lane. In the course of your exertions, you have been not too civil to several worthy persons, and inaccurate in your description of the Society of Antiquaries. Now, do take our advice. We know you were a clever "Silk" when you practised at the Bar, and we have heard that your forefathers (for a generation or so) were excellent hands at Banking; but, in the name of Lombard Street, do let Archæology alone! With the best of wishes, Yours sincerely, (_Signed_) EVERYBODY. * * * * * CHANCE FOR BUYERS.--Last week, among the Tuesday's arrangements in the _Daily Telegraph_, was announced:--"Bath Horse Show." Did this include "Bath Towel-Horse Show?" Fine chance for sporting Mr. BLUNDEL MAPLE. M.P., as a Towel-Horse dealer. "Great Towel-Horse Show in Tottenham Court Road!" The sale of yearlings and the pedigrees would be interesting. * * * * * [Illustration: LATEST INTELLIGENCE. "BY THE WAY, WHERE _IS_ THAT PLACE, HELIGOLAND, THEY'RE ALL TALKING SO MUCH ABOUT?" "OH--DON'T YOU KNOW, DEAR? IT'S ONE OF THE PLACES LATELY DISCOVERED BY MR. STANLEY!"] * * * * * THE TOMATO-CURE FOR DYSPEPSIA. Don't talk to me of colocynth or famed cerulean pill, Don't mention hyoscyamus or aloes when I'm ill; The very word podophyllin is odious in mine ears, The thought of all the drugs I've ta'en calls up the blinding tears; The Demon of Dyspepsia, a sufferer writes to say, At sight of the Tomato-plant will vanish quite away.