To even hotter place, had been enough
To scare SAND, HUGO, SHELLEY, in a huff;
Make BYRON cast his poem to the wind!
Chillon, thy prison may become a place
With little marble tables in a row,
Where tourists, dressed with artless English grace,
May drink their _bock_ or _café_ down below,
And foreign penknives rapidly efface
The boasted names this light is meant to show.

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MUSICAL NOTE.--The most tranquillising, or even somniferous melodies
ever composed, must have been those written by the celebrated LULLI.
The first thing by LULLI was a "_Lulliby_."

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NEW WORDS TO AN OLD TUNE (AND A SYLLABLE TO SPARE).--Song for the
SECRETARY for IRELAND:--"_'Tis all for good luck, quoth bould Rory
O'Mor-ley._"

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ALL THE DIFFERENCE--between "_Sir_ G.O.M." and "_The_ G.O.M."

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EXAMINATION PAPER FOR A PRESS CANDIDATE.