Punch . 11 stand Still by the Constitution !Stand by it, yes: strike for it, no— That would be Revolution ! God Save the King! such is the cry, With which you close the Session—Suppose you add, and grant us pluck To temper our discretion. SPORTING. Mr. Punch will be much obliged if Masters of Hounds and Harrierswill give him timely notice of their hunting appointments. Mr. placed the management of this department in the ablest handstrusts that, &c. &c. With great satisfaction we present the publicwith our first list of HUNTING APPOINTMENTS (FOR NEXT WEEK). Westminster : St. Martins La
Punch . 11 stand Still by the Constitution !Stand by it, yes: strike for it, no— That would be Revolution ! God Save the King! such is the cry, With which you close the Session—Suppose you add, and grant us pluck To temper our discretion. SPORTING. Mr. Punch will be much obliged if Masters of Hounds and Harrierswill give him timely notice of their hunting appointments. Mr. placed the management of this department in the ablest handstrusts that, &c. &c. With great satisfaction we present the publicwith our first list of HUNTING APPOINTMENTS (FOR NEXT WEEK). Westminster : St. Martins Lane. Monday at : Portland Road. Wednesday at : Duncan Terrace. Thursday at : Bow Road. Saturday at : Thursday and Friday at 11. [*** Some mistake. That is what comes of trusting a Law reporter with a Sporting Sub-EditorshipCourts out of the Times.—J. P.] Hes taken the list of the County 94 $tmdj, or tije iLonoon (dtyaribart [»rcf) 3, Tall %ra\mi$f)viritfH? left her bedAt cock-crow, with an aching head. O miizxiz ! I yearn to suffer and to do,She cried, ere sunset, something new ! <9 miizxiz! To do and suffer, ere I die,I care not what. I know not why. «9 miizxiz ! Some quest I crave to undertake,Or burden bear, or trouble make. «9 miizxiz !She shook her hair about her formIn waves of colour bright and warm. © miizxiz !It rolled and writhed, and reached the floor:A silver wedding-ring she wore. & miizxiz!She left her tower, and wandered downInto the High Street of the town. & miizxiz !Her pale feet glimmered, in and out,Like tombstones as she went about. O miizxiz !From right to left, and left to right;And blue veins streakt her insteps white; tr HauncclotCame h
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