_First V._ Yes, thank you, that will do. And you are in favour of
arbitration?

_Second V._ No, I am not. For when DIVES meets the beggars, then the cry of
labour rises on the stilly night, and--

_First V._ Yes, thank you, that will do. And may I ask to what trade you
belong?

_Second V._ I belong to none. Every thinking and right-minded man should
care for his fellows as himself. Like an eagle on a snow-capped mountain,
he should--

_First V._ Yes, thank you, that will do. Then may we ask, if you belong to
no trade, what is your occupation?

_Second V._ My occupation is to talk to--

_First V._ Yes, thank you, that will do!

* * * * *

[Illustration: Paddy Rewski, the Pianist, makes his bow, and escapes to
America from an enthusiastic audience, who might have torn him into musical
pieces at St. James's Hall.]

* * * * *

NOTICE TO PROBABLE IRISH OBJECTORS ON BOTH SIDES.--The Novel that _Mr.
Punch_ so recently praised, entitled _Tim_, is neither Irish nor political.