He rous'd himselfe full blyth, and hastned them untill.

Then badd those knightes fair UNA yede aloof,
Whiles they attacked that dragon side by side,
And put the issue to stern battaille's proof;
"We'll give this Big Green Bogey beans!" they cryde,
That Red Crosse Knight of Brummagem in his pride,
And brave Prince ARTHURE of the shining crest.
But if victoriously their blades they plied,
Or, baffled by the dragon, gave him beste,--
Why, that the barde will sing _after_ the battaille's teste!

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[Illustration: "THROUGH DARKEST LAMBETH."]

POLITICS.

(_BY A CONFUSED CITIZEN._)

What a state we'll soon be in!
Such a clamour, such a din,
Raised from Kew to Dalston,
Cork to Cromer, Wight to Wick!
Seeking votes through thin and thick,
GLADSBURY and SALSTONE!

Talk and chatter, speech and cry!
Some assert, then some deny
In a near or far shire;