The saurian huge and the lizard slow,
    Foul shapes of ruthless greed,
  And the stealthy snake of the sudden blow,
  All owl-like shrink from the Search-Light’s glow,
    Or fly with felon speed.

  Corruption’s spawn must be chased and slain,
    Scourged from the wholesome earth. 
  It clingeth else like the curse of CAIN. 
  Smite, smite like flail upon garnered grain,
    These things of bestial birth!

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OLD DOGGEREL RE-DRESSED.

(AFTER READING CERTAIN CRITICISMS ON CERTAIN NOVELISTS, CERTAIN COMMENTS ON THOSE CRITICISMS, AND CERTAIN REJOINDERS TO THOSE COMMENTS.)

  Little novelists have little critics,
   Like little gnats, to bite ’em;
  Those little critics have lesser critics,
   And so ad infinitum!

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LINES BY A LEWISHAM WITLER.

  The PENN is mightier than the sword—­
    Of any Red-Rad whipster. 
  I said he’d win—­doubted my word;
    But I’m the O.K. tipster. 
  Rads roughed on me and called me “Bung;”
    I’ve bunged them up—­a corker—­
  At the result their heads they hung.
    They whip the Witler?  Walker! 
  We’re the PENN-holders.  For their man
    That One-Six-Nine-Three nicked him,
  Witlers warmed up “Old Warmingpan;”
    PENN gave him odds, and licked him. 
  “Villadom” did its duty—­game;
    Rads jeered it; that’s their mania. 
  Lewisham?  No, we’ll change the name,
    And call it—­PENN-Sylvania!

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TIP BY A TORY.—­The Star, talking of “HODGE’s Political Salvation,” says that Mr. GLADSTONE has given the Liberal country programme in a sentence. I will give it in a word.  It is all “Hodge-podge!”

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UNATTRACTIVE COMBINATION.—­If a young woman is “fast,” and uncommonly ugly, wouldn’t she make a great mistake were she to combine the two qualities, and be “fast-’idious”?

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NAME FOR A CERTAIN SECTION OF THE ILLUSTRATED PRESS.—­The Nude Journalism.

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[Illustration:  THE CANADIAN “SEARCH-LIGHT.”]

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THE COQUETTE OF THE PERIOD.

[Illustration]

  You vowed you loved me, but your eyes
    Said just the same to dozens,
  The music of your low replies,
    Was heard by several cousins. 
  Forgive me if I could not cope,
    With charms so comprehensive;
  And scarce believed a love whose scope,
    Was really too extensive.

  The fashion of the age you’ll say,
    But I’ve a predilection
  For girls who in the olden way
    Retain one man’s affection. 
  You favoured me with witching smiles,
    You gave me frequent dances;
  But other men that I wished miles
    Away, enjoyed your glances.