still more commended for his enterprise. According to the Western Daily Mercury, in a farmyard in the parish of Uffculme a pig was observed to rear on his hind legs and suck milk from a cow. This sight must have enormously impressed the spectator. But it ought to have been a dog.

Surely a Radical Unionist is a new departure in politics. Mr. Strauss, who is opposing Mr. Conybeare, M.P. for the Camborne division of Cornwall, in reply to a question at Cusgarne said that he was a Radical Unionist, but the name Liberal was good enough for him. Mr. Strauss is to be congratulated on his new political "Doctrinen"; but, if he should succeed in defeating Mr. Conybeare, he seems likely to lead the Whips a pretty dance.

It seems a little hard on a Parliamentary candidate when he is seriously misrepresented by his own friends. This is what Mr. Michael Williams has suffered in the St. Austell division of Cornwall at the hands of his friend Canon Bush. With every intention of doing Mr. Williams a good turn, the worthy Canon fired off a letter in the local press containing a serious misquotation of a speech said to have been made by Mr. Williams about the false doctrines of the Nonconformists. The explosion of this shell in the Nonconformist camp has not improved Mr. Williams's chance of success, and he probably believes in the truth of the old saying, that "Good wine needs no Bush."

A Pull All Together.—What our forefathers would have called "seeking an explanation from one's representative," is now, in these days of political slang, known as "pulling your member's leg!" Witness what happened in West Fife:

"Mr. Wemyss said, that if they returned him they would have the advantage of being able to run down to Wemyss when he did anything wrong and pull his leg at the cost of a sixpence in train money, whereas, if they wanted to pull Mr. Birrell over the coals, it would cost them £3 to go to London."

The electors would certainly seem to "have the pull" by Mr. Wemyss's proximity; but why didn't some heckler retort by saying that in pulling a candidate's leg voters must be careful not to get hold of a calf?

Slow Training.—The Cork County National Teachers' Association has passed a resolution that "for the sixth class" the geography of the British Isles is enough, and "that the British Colonies be held over till the examination in the second year." But how will the British Colonies like being held over? And is not Ireland itself going to be a self-governing British Colony—some day? But that idea, too, seems "held over" for the present. The National Teachers, however, are true Nationalists, because they also resolved that "Professors of Irish should be appointed in all the Training Colleges." If females, they will be expected to wear the Celtic fringe, of course.

Ready and Willing (in the Cornell-Leander Fiasco).—One crew wasn't "ready," but the starter was "Willan"—like Barkis. The Cornell crew was ready and willin'. So they had the starter with them at all events; and, they started. Angry partisans described the proceeding as "Willanous." So it was,—from one point of view.

Election Paradoxes.—Standing for a seat, and running against a sitting Member.

The General Election Cry.—"Take your seats, Gentlemen!"

AGGRAVATING FLIPPANCY.

The Professor (who has just come back from the North Pole). "——and the Fauna of these Inhospitable Regions is as poor as the Flora! You couldn't name a dozen Animals who manage to live there."

Mrs. Malapert. "Oh—I dare say I could!"

The Professor. "Really—what are they?"

Mrs. Malapert. "Well, now—five Polar Bears, let us say, and—and seven Seals!"

IL "TRUE BLUE" INGLESE.

All' illustrissimo Signor Punch.

Illustriousest Sir,—I feel myself in duty of to write to her these few lines for to tell to her the my opinion of the of her country. Ah, the beautiful England! One speaks in Italy of the cielo inglese, when the sky is grey and overcast. For the first time I come now in the my ship to the of her country. Ecco, the sky is blue! In the our country so many things are blue—the sky, the sea, the lakes, the distant mountains, but in the our language not there is the word "blue." One says "azure" or "turquoise," but not the general term "blue." Therefore before I come to England I think, "We Italians see the colour blue, but not can say it, and these english have the word, but see never the colour." And ecco I arrive, and the sky is blue! Not it is the blue of Napoli, not it is the blue of Geneva, and perhaps it is to-day only, but veramente it is blue. It is much curious.

Also I have found other things blue. Some time the sea is pale blue. Some time the milk is pale blue. And one english says to me, "The sea was rough and the wind blue," but this not can I understand. The his friends say he likes chaff. Diavolo, what taste! But perhaps the chaff is much helpful for the digestion, like the english brown bread, which some brave men eat. The his friends say also, "He chaffs till all is blue." Perhaps when one eats the chaff the eyesight is altered. It is much curious. There are other things blue in England. There are "the blues." One my friend says to me that this phrase is the french ennui. Then I have not it seen yet, for it is always festa since our arrival. I have heard that the blues are at Oxford and at Cambridge, above all at the College of Girton. But the evening past I saw the blue the most beautiful. Ah, the exquisite eyes! Ah, la bellissima signorina inglese! so graceful, so courteous, so beautiful! And the her eyes were blue, so blue! Never have I seen a colour so sweet. The sea at Napoli, the sky at Palermo, the lake at Bellagio—it seems to me that they are grey and ugly when I think to the her eyes.

Ah, Signor Punch, Her is a man, Her can love, Her, I know it, admires the beauty of the women! So to her I tell that those blue eyes have hit the heart of the italian. Not in Italy, but in England, one sees the blue the most divine.

Her I beg to accept the my compliments and I have the honour to say myself.

Her Devotedest Servant,
Andrea Doria Dandolo Vespucci-Colombo.

ORDER! ORDER!

["Colonel North bases his appeal for support on the plea that he will see to it that West Leeds gets its full share of whatever work may be going."—Leeds Mercury.]

O "dark and true and tender is the North!"
And wondrous service to West Leeds he'll render;
He'll see, when Government work is going