And there stood his foe with his nostrils all wide,
  And the shouts of his backers rolled on in their pride. 
  The swells of the Ring and the stars of the Turf
  Surged round like the waves of the storm-beaten surf.

And there lay the “Blower,” distorted and pale, With the blood on his brow where the blows fell like hail. His backers were silent, he lay there alone, His mawleys unlifted, his trumpet unblown.

  And the “Sports” of the South are all loud in their wail. 
  But Punch, who hates bullying brutes, can but hail
  That smart Californian’s pluck, skill, and strength,
  Who has pricked the big SULLIVAN bladder—­at length!

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“FONS ET ORIGO.”—­As to London Water “seek Wells,” that is if you wish to avoid unpleasant seq-uels. “Don’t leave Wells alone” is our motto, meaning “Sir SPENCER” of that ilk, who has a deal worth hearing to say on this subject.

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[Illustration:  TWO SIDES TO A QUESTION.

Major Podmore.  “CONGRATULATE YOU, DEAR BOY!”

Disappointed Cricketer.  “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?  BOWLED FIRST BALL—­NEVER GOT A RUN!”

Major Podmore.  “QUITE SO, DEAR BOY.  BUT IN THIS HOT WEATHER—­80 deg.  IN THE SHADE—­SO MUCH BETTER, IF YOU CAN, TO TAKE THINGS COOLLY!”]

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A ROUNDABOUT RAMBLE.

(A FACT FOUNDED ON FICTION.)

The sharp, bright little Traveller made his way to the Cabinet of M. CARNOT, and disturbed him at work.

“Do you know, M. Le President,” said he, “that the Russians are in secret treaty with the English, and the Russo-French Alliance is all nonsense—­the most unreliable of broken reeds?”

“Well, no,” replied CARNOT, “I have not heard anything of the sort; and, if anyone should be up in it—­”

But the Traveller did not want to hear the rest, for he was once again on his road, telling everyone he met the disquieting intelligence, and, consequently, the French people were greatly troubled.

He was soon in Berlin.  He did not ask for an interview with the KAISER, but took one.

“Your Royal and Imperial Majesty,” said he, “are you aware that Italy is in secret accord with France, and that the Triple Alliance is a sham, and that the cry A Berlin! may be renewed at any moment?”

“Well, no,” said the Emperor, “I have not heard this; and if anyone should know anything about it, I fancy—­”

But the Traveller did not wait for the KAISER to finish the sentence, but was off again, telling everyone he met the disquieting intelligence.  And, consequently, the German people were greatly troubled.

Then the Traveller obtained admission, in the same unceremonious fashion, to the apartment occupied by the Emperor of AUSTRIA.