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THE TOOTHERIES.—­“TOOTH’s Gallery” always strikes as a somewhat misleading appellation.  It always appears to have more to do with palates than pictures, and to be more concerned with gums than gold frames.  No doubt the head of the firm of Messrs. ARTHUR TOOTH AND SONS is a wise TOOTH, so let him christen his gallery the “Arthurnaeum.”  He is a TOOTH that you can_not_ stop, he is always coming out, and this autumn he comes out stronger than ever with a most interesting and varied collection.  Excellent examples you may find of J.B.  BURGESS, J.C.  HOOK, BASTIEN LEPAGE, TADEMA, VICAT COLE, PETER GRAHAM, MILLAIS, LEADER, C. CALTHROP, MARCUS STONE, and other notables.

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THE MOAN OF THE MAIDEN.

(AFTER TENNYSON.)

  Golf!  Golf!  Golf! 
    By the side of the sounding sea;
  And I would that my ears had never
    Heard aught of the “links” and the “tee.”

  Oh, well for the man of my heart,
    That he bets on the “holes” and the play
  Oh, well for the “caddie” that carries
    The “clubs,” and earns his pay.

  He puts his red coat on,
    And he roams on the sandy hill;
  But oh for the touch of that golfer’s hand,
    That the “niblick” wields with a will.

  Golf!  Golf!  Golf! 
    Where the “bunkers” vex by the sea;
  But the days of Tennis and Croquet
    Will never come back to me!

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OYSTERITIES AT COLCHESTER.—­Last Wednesday the Annual Oyster Feast was held at Colchester.  Toasts in plenty:  music of course.  But why was there absent from the harmonious list so appropriate a glee as Sir Henry Bishop’s:—­

  “Uprouse ye then,
  My merry merry men,
  It is our opening day!”

Why wasn’t Deputy-Sheriff BEARD asked?  Is he already shelved?

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THE LAST OF “MARY’S LAMB.”

    ["A firm in Sydney have completed arrangements whereby frozen
    sheep or lambs can be delivered at any address in the United
    Kingdom.”]

  Mary had a little lamb,
    Which she desired to send
  Across the mighty ocean as
    A present to a friend.

  That friend was partial to lamb chops,
    Likewise to devilled kidney;
  So friendly MARY promptly went
    Unto “a firm in Sydney.”

  That firm replied, “the lamb we’ll send
    By parcel to your cousin;
  That is, if you do not object
    To have your darling frozen.”

  Then Mary wept.  She said, “My lamb
    Has wool as white as snow;
  But packed in ice?  It don’t sound nice,
    No, Sydney Merchant, No!

  “Refrigerate my darling!  Oh! 
    It makes my bosom bleed. 
  Still, go it must.  I think you said,
    ‘Delivery guaranteed!’”