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[Illustration:  BEATUS POSSIDENS.

“I’VE COME ABOUT A JOB.  I HEARD THERE WAS A BOY WANTED.”

“OH, YOU ’EARD AS THERE WAS A BOY WANTED, DID YER?  THEN YOU’RE JUST TOO LATE, ’COS MASTER’S SOOTED!”]

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WANTED FOR THE ETON LOAN COLLECTION.

1.  The earliest specimen of the Birch. (Suggested by a Merry Swish Boy.)

2.  Salt-cellar used for holding the Salt at Montem time.

3.  Specimen of Haberdashery, from an Eton “Sock” shop.

4.  Model of the most powerful “Long-glass” from “Tap.”

5.  Chips from the Earliest Block, with authentic history of Etonian Original Transgression, or “First Fault.”

6.  Documents tracing the connection between “Pop” and the Pawnbroking business.

7.  Specimen of Lower Boy’s Hat, with motto, “Sub Tegmine Fag-I!”

8.  Portraits of Eminent “Sitters” on Fourth of June and Election Saturday in the early part of present century.

9.  Scull of a “Wet-Bob” originally feathered.

10.  A copy (perfect and signed) of another boy’s verses. (N.B.  Not very scarce.)

11.  Portraits of eminent Landlords who, acting on SHERIDAN’s advice, have “kept up the Xtopher.”

12.  Also, portrait, with life and times of the crabbed old Thames Waterman, known on the river as “Surly HALL.”

    [Any future suggestions that maybe sent to us will be entirely
    at the service of the Duke of FIFE and others, interested in
    promoting this most interesting exhibition.]

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A PUBLISHER AND HIS FRIENDS.—­In order to worthily celebrate the hearty reception, by the critics and the public generally, of this most interesting and successful work, the present representatives of the great publishing firm of MURRAY will give a grand banquet, and, with SMILES, will sing in chorus the once popular refrain, “We are a Murray family, we are, we are, we are!” Prosit!

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TO THOSE IT MAY CONCERN.—­In reply to several Correspondents, Mr. Punch begs to suggest that ANTHONY TROLLOPE would certainly have observed, “I say Yes!” had he been told that WILKIE COLLINS had written “I Say No!”

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THE WAY OF WESTMINSTER.

(A STORY OF THE PARLIAMENTARY BAR.)

“You will not forget, Sir,” said my excellent and admirable clerk, “that to-morrow you have to appear before a Committee of the House of Commons, in the matter of the Glogsweller Railway Extension?”

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I glanced somewhat severely at PORTINGTON, but was gratified to find that his face was quite free from any suggestion of levity.  I was the more pleased with the result of my investigation, as, truth to tell, the delivery of a brief in the matter of the Extension of the Glogsweller Railway Company had been somewhat of an event in my life.  I had never before had the honour of practising at the Parliamentary Bar.  So for months my mind had been entirely occupied with the date fixed for my appearance in the Committee Room of the House of Commons, known technically, I believe, at St. Stephens, as “upstairs.”