"I passed by the Session, and marked, by the way, How the Lion and Eagles would share Af-ri-ca. How the peoples, at peace, were not shooting with lead, But bethumping each other with Tariffs instead, How the Eight Hours' Bill, on which BURNS was so sweet, Was (like bye-elections) a snare and a cheat; How the Lobster, the Pig, and the Seal, I would say At my sixth Lord Mayor's Banquet--" "What _is_ the use of repeating all that stuff," the Real Turtle interrupted, "if you don't explain it as you go on? It's by far the most confusing thing _I_ ever heard!" "Yes, I think you'd better leave off," said the Griffin; and ALICE was only too glad to do so. * * * * * GAMES.--It being the season of burglaries, E. WOLF AND SON--("WOLF," most appropriate name,--but _Wolf and Moon_ would have been still better than WOLF AND SON)--take the auspicious time to bring out their new game of "Burglar and Bobbies." On a sort of draught-board, so that both Burglar and Bobby play "on the square," which is in itself a novelty. The thief may be caught in thirteen moves. This won't do. We want him to be caught before he moves at all. * * * * * [Illustration: NEW EDITION OF "ROBA DI 'ROMER.'" _With Mr. Punch's sincere congratulations to his Old Friend the New Judge._] * * * * * VOCES POPULI. AT A SALE OF HIGH-CLASS SCULPTURE. SCENE--An upper floor in a City Warehouse; a low, whitewashed room, dimly lighted by dusty windows and two gas-burners in wire cages. Around the walls are ranged several statues of meek aspect, but securely confined in wooden cases, like a sort of marble menagerie. In the centre, a labyrinthine grove of pedestals, surmounted by busts, groups, and statuettes by modern Italian masters. About these pedestals a small crowd--consisting of Elderly Merchants on the look out for a "neat thing in statuary" for the conservatory at Croydon or Muswell Hill, Young City Men who have dropped in after lunch, Disinterested Dealers, Upholsterers' Buyers, Obliging Brokers, and Grubby and Mysterious men--is cautiously circulating. _Obliging Broker_ (_to Amiable Spectator, who has come in out of curiosity, and without the remotest intention of purchasing sculpture_). _No_ Catlog, Sir? 'Ere, allow me to orfer you mine--that's _my_ name in pencil on the top of it, Sir; and, if you _should_ 'appen to see any lot that takes your fancy, you jest ketch my eye. (_Reassuringly._) I shan't be fur off. Or look 'ere, gimme a nudge--_I_ shall know what it means. [_The A.S. thanks him profusely, and edges away with an inward vow to avoid his and the Auctioneer's eyes, as he would those of a basilisk._ _Auctioneer_ (_from desk, with the usual perfunctory fervour_). Lot 13, Gentlemen, very charming pair of subjects from child life--"_The Pricked Finger_" and "_The Scratched Toe_"--by BIMBI.