┌────────────────┬────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ [Illustration]│ MAY. │ ├──┬─────────────┴────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ │Some modern sages, nothing can be flatter, │ │ │Find _Bi_-polarity 'twixt mind and matter. │ │ │There's prima facie proof, upon the whole, │ │ │It _once_ existed in the _man_-maypole. │ │ │But barring manners, you'll admit no less, │ │ │He stands conspicuous for his pole-height-ness. │ ├──┼──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┬───────────┤ │D.│ =Great Events and Odd Matters.= │_Prognosti-│ │ │ │fications._│ ├──┼──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┼───────────┤ │ 1│Chimney Sweepers' Jubilee. Emancipation of the │ │ │ │ _Blacks_. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│ │ the lords │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│ ARCHERY.—MISS HIGGINS TO MISS FIGGINS. │and ladies │ │ │ │ │ │ 4│This comes to tell you, dearest Coz, I've been to │ ☌ ♂ │ │ │ Beulah Spa, │ │ │ │And there, among the Archer folk, have shone with such│ │ │ │ éclat. │ │ │ 5│Well, I declare, 'tis charming sport to play at bows │of all the │ │ │ and arrows: │ │ │ │I do not wonder little boys so love to shoot at │ │ │ │ sparrows. │ │ │ 6│Some petty, trifling accidents occurr'd, I must │ houses in │ │ │ confess: │ │ │ │In taking aim, I tore a hole in Mrs. Simpkin's dress, │ │ │ 7│Who gave me such a frightful look, as really made me │ _Petty_ │ │ │ shiver; │ │ │ │And put my nerves in such a way as caus'd my hand to │ │ │ │ quiver. │ │ │ 8│So, just as Mr. Foozle, in his most politest manner, │France.[2] │ │ │Was paying me fine compliments, and calling me Diana, │ │ │ 9│My elbow slipped, and struck him such a blow upon the │ ♋ ♀ ♐ │ │ │ nose, │ │ │ │As caus'd the blood to spirt about, and cover all his │ │ │ │ clothes. │ │