banded together? Is it to curse one another by their gods? to issue
forth on _premières_ to damn a new play? What fearful language would
be just audible, curses, not loud but deep, during the progress of
the Foot-ball Match over which the Marquis of DUFFERIN is to preside!
It is all over by now; but the result we have not seen. We hope there
is no Cursing Club in England. There existed, once upon a time, in
London, a Club with an awful Tartarian name, which might have been a
parent society to a Cursing Club. Let us trust--

[*** The Editor puts short the article at this point, being
of opinion that "Cursing" is only a misprint for "Coursing;"
or, if not, he certainly gives _Le Figaro_ the benefit of the
doubt. Note, also, that the match was to be played on "Cursing
Club Ground," lent for the occasion, and was not to be played
by Members of the "C.C."]

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THE LAY OF THE LITERARY AUTOLYCUS.

(_SEE CORRESPONDENCE IN THE TIMES ON "LITERARY THEFTS."_)

_Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing._

When books and magazines appear,
With heigh! the hopes of a big sale!--
Why, then comes in the cheat o' the year,
And picks their plums, talk, song, or tale.

The white sheets come, each page my "perk,"