Do you really think, my girl, he can really care for _you_?

Ah! you always were a flirt, Miss ITALIA. You have hurt
France's feelings very much. Why, she stood your faithful friend
When the hated Austrian yoke bowed your neck. Did you invoke
The pompous Prussian then your captivity to end?
_Pst!_ Just a moment, dear.
I've a word or two to say it were worth your while to hear.

Ah! A hasty glance she throws o'er her shoulder. But for those
Big, blonde, burly bullies twain, I could win her, I am sure;
For my manners all girls praise, and I have such winning ways,
And my lips, for kisses made, are for love a lasting lure.
_Pst!_ How those two stride on,
Without a glance at me! Do they think the game is won?

Hrumph! The Bear, although polite, is as pertinacious, quite,
As the tactless Teuton pig. I'll yet spoil their little game.
Triple Alliance? Fudge! If that girl is a good judge,
She will make a third with Me and my latest Gallic "flame."
_Pst!_ Come along with me,
My dark Italian _belle_! We shall make a lovely Three!

[_Left making signs._

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ACCI-DENTAL QUERY.--Let me ask the _Patres Conscripti_ of our Academy
Royal, why Dentists are not admitted A.R.A. _ex officio_. We have all
for ever so long, since the memory of the oldest JOE MILLER, which