Our Viceroys know the call of Fate;
Our Generals pass nor question why;
Councils dissolve and Staffs migrate,
But Mrs. Hawksbee shall not die.

J.M.S.

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"So far from the wage-earning classes being shown the necessity for
a revival in our industry, the Prime Minister talks nonsense about
'removing the sceptre of unemployment.'"--_Morning Paper_.

This will comfort those who were afraid that it was permanently
enthroned.

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[Illustration: THE FINISHING TOUCH.]

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[Illustration: _Small Brother (to rejected lover)._ "BUT JOHN, DIDN'T
YOU TELL HER YOU'D PLAYED FOR ESSEX?"]

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THE POET.

In a distant country, at a remote epoch, was born of humble parents a