of Nature and youth,
  All who have care for the wrecks of humanity, all who are moved by the
    spirit of ruth. 
  Ere Spring returns, far Canadian homesteads will house their contingents
    of “Nobody’s Boys.” 
  Let them take with them kind thoughts of Old England, and memories sweet
    of its rare rural joys. 
  Let them “camp out” once again, by the ocean, and plunge in the billow,
    and rove on the sands;
  Know the true British brine-whiff by experience.  Help, British Public,
    their friends’ kindly hands. 
  Good is the work, and the fruit of it excellent; giving poor wastrels a
    fair start in life,
  Taste of true pleasure, and wholesome enjoyment, aid in endeavour, and
    strength for the strife. 
  What better use for spare cash at this season?  Come then, Punch
    readers, right willingly come!
  Mr. Punch knows scarce a cause more deserving, or worthy of aid, than
    the Southwark Boys’ Home!

Mem.—­Mr. J.W.C.  FEGAN, of the Boys’ Home, Southwark, the writer of the pleasant pamphlet entitled Camping Out, makes appeal towards the expenses of giving “a fortnight’s holiday under canvas—­by the sea, if possible”—­to the waifs and strays in Mr. FEGAN’S Homes.  To that gentleman, and NOT to Mr. Punch, subscriptions should be sent.  Remittances may be made to him (by P.O.O., payable at General Post-Office, or by cheque crossed “London and County Bank”) at the Boys’ Home, 95, Southwark Street, London, S.E.

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.

House of Commons, Monday, June 23.—­A gleam of glory in sombre chamber of the Peers; a thin streak of red making its devious way between the table and the Benches.  At the head comes Black Rod, giving some relief to the glittering spectacle; Garter King-at-Arms, without whom British Constitution would be a vain thing, follows.  Then the Prince of WALES, looking a trifle anxious; is bringing out his son and heir to take his place in the hereditary chamber; anxious that all should go well.  Next the new Duke of CLARENCE, looking very well in his new Peer’s robes, on which his fair mother, seated with her daughter in side galleries, casts approving glance.  Then the Duke of EDINBURGH, with the stalwart Hereditary Grand Marshal, Jockey o’ Norfolk, and Aveland, Lord Great Chamberlain.

Procession strolled in in quite casual way; passed Woolsack to which HALSBURY lent grace and dignity; New Peer handed his credentials to LOBD CHANCELLOR; but HALSBURY, above all things, man of cautious habits.  No doubt everything was right and in order; presence of Prince of WALES guarantee of it; but HALSBURY not to be taken in.  All very well, but all in due order.  So new Peer taken charge of by the Reading Clerk; Procession moved on to table; documents mumbled