* * * * * Ready for Another Heat. The horses of PHOEBUS. * * * * * A Royal Game. The ex-queen of Spain fears that ALFONSO will be "euchred." She remarked to him recently, Play you're king. * * * * * CONTEMPORARY SENTIMENTS, On the Great War Question. "WILLIAM'S my man!" cries one enthusiast,-- "He'll be in Paris, _sure_, within ten days!" "'Paris' your Granny!" cries one just as fast; "'Ere that, man! you'll see Berlin in a blaze!" "France has the finest soldiers ever seen!" Says one who knows; "they never can be beat!" One who knows also, says, "the French are green! Their only real strength is in their fleet!" "Oh, hang their fleet!" exclaims another man; "It's useless now,--it has no work to do! But let France use her navy all she can, You'll see if Prussia doesn't put her through!" "Prussia ain't able!" cries an eager one: "Let her drink all the lager in her shops, She'll find the little job is not yet done, For all there's such enormous strength in hops!" "And if there's any danger comes to France," Remarks the seventh man, "_Ireland_ will arise!" "And if she does, old England will advance!" The eighth (an Englishman,) with pride replies. And so they have it hot, for half a day,-- First A., then B., then C. and D. at once, And thus the precious moments roll away, And none can tell who is the greatest dunce. * * * * * The Aldermen to their Dinner. Gorge us! * * * * * [Illustration: THE OVATION OF MURDER. _The Devil, (soliloquizing.)_ "NEW YORK'S THE PLACE FOR ME! THIS IS WHAT I CALL _REAL_ ENJOYMENT--A MURDERER'S FUNERAL PROCESSION GRANDER FAR THAN THAT OF ANY GREAT AND GOOD CITIZEN, AND THIS IN A CITY OF SUNDAY-SCHOOLS AND CHURCHES!". _(The Devil's Walk: Sunday, August 7, 1870.)_] * * * * * HIRAM GREEN AT THE FEMALE CONVENTION. The Cardiff Giant and other Fossils at Saratoga. "Duble, duble, heaps of truble, Wimmen's rites will bust the bubble." SHAKESPEAR. (WM.) The wolves in sheeps clothin' convenshed agin for an annual rippin' up of things, at Saratogy. The undersined, in custody of the undersined's wife, who is a Hicockalormn of the Skeensboro Sore-eye-sisses, was present at the singin' of the above selection from the defunct bard. Male and femail wimmen was there dressed emblamatical of their callin'. "Black folks and white With red hair and gray, Mingled for a fite In Sar-a-to-ga." SHAKESPEAR & GREEN. SOOZAN B. ANTHENY was scrumpshusly ragged out in broad-cloth. A turkish towellin' vest-pattent lether butes and silk hat, completed her _Toot in cymbals_.