OCEAN MELODIES. (_Refined from the original_ Sea-Songs, _for the use of the Yacht Clubs._) The Wife wishes to go upon the Continent. ADELINA has flirted--not once, she declares, Since you placed on her finger the ring that she wears; Since at gloomy ST. GEORGE'S your bride she became, And you gave her an Opera-box marked with her name. When I sailed in that yacht a whole fortnight with you, Did I say I was bored (if I did it was true), With my ALFRED for hours at _ecarté_ I played, And his meerschaum I lit, and his coffee I made. When, the night we'd a box at ST. JULLIEN'S last _bal_, And--goodness knows why--you deserted the _salle_, I gave you a smile when you chose to appear, Nor asked whom you knew on that horrid top tier. Why won't you, dear AL, by mamma be advised? A wife who don't pout, AL, deserves to be prized-- So to Constance and Rome ADELINA you'll take, Or a nice piece of work that young person will make. * * * * * A NUISANCE. "MR. PUNCH,--I should be very much obliged if you would put a stop to a species of annoyance which I am continually subject to. I allude to a system of 'Notes and Queries,' which is becoming daily more and more impertinently annoying. These questions are put to me every morning through the medium of the newspapers, which I am obliged to read, 'just to be in the world.' I am a poor student, Sir, and have enough to do to answer questions of a very different description to the following, viz., 'Do you want luxuriant whiskers?' 'Have you been to ---- emporium?' 'Do you bruise your oats?' &c. &c. And then if I take a walk, there is scarcely a street in which I am not assailed by a pictorial Barmaid ejaculating 'Sherry, Sir?' Do, _Mr. Punch_, allow me, through your columns, to answer these impertinent questions once for all. I have _not_ been and never will go to ---- emporium. My AMELIA doesn't care about whiskers, and therefore _I_ don't; and as for bruising oats, and drinking sherry, 'this my answer:'--I don't keep horses, and when I want (and can pay for) wine I'll ask for it. "I am, _Mr. Punch_, yours &c., FIZ.' * * * * * "Non Tali Auxilio." The head of the Chinese rebellion is extremely indignant with the conduct of the Comet who has lately been rushing about his dominions. He has dispatched a near relation of the Moon's to arrest him in his flight, and, wherever he may find him, instantly to cut off his tail. * * * * * A NEW ZODIACAL LIGHT.