sheer purtence;

But ye don't catch us ould Oirish birds wid such chaff!

Ye'd loike us to take it,—and take no offence.

And thin it's yourself as 'ud just have the laugh.

It may do for the North, but won't suit us down South;

So, Parnell, my boy, take a squint at its mouth!

Faster and Faster.—In France there is now a Fasting Girl. If she beats the record, and if the winners, who back her staying powers against those of Succi, give her a handsome dot, she will be known as La Jeûnesse Dorée.

DUNRAVEN.