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June 13, 1868.]

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And sharpers by whom the 'world is seen.

As one large flat of the brightest green.

Meant to be played on, and meant for grazng.
Look at the article I’m appraising.

I just put ’em on, and then the eye
Discerns the folks who are going to buy.

There go the lot: sold, down in my book.

Oh ! You are free
To stare at me.

Now then, do you think I’m as green as I look ?

These spectacles are of a yellow hue,

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my spectacles ?

, Qualities rare!
Through these at
the world you
may blink or
may stare.

Who ’ll try ’em
And buy ’em ?
There, I defy ’em
To equal ’em.
Thank ye; I’ve
sold a pair.

These spectacles.
Sirs, are coloured
green.

Breathe on ’em,
dry "'em and wipe
’em clean.

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Turfites, who
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I see who’ll buy—there’s a College Don.

He won’t: will none ?

No : everyone

Like him, save a few, have got ’em on.

Now here’s a pair, have you any objection
To try the Specs of Introspection ?

I regret to say I’ve a great, many pairs
On my hands at present, for whoever cares
To look into himself? why, I and you
Can do it when we’ve nothing better to do.
We ’ll put ’em on at our fiual hour,

The microscope’s glass doesn’t lose its power
Through neglect. ’Tis one of the Devil’s lies—
"What’s the use of glasses without the eyes ?
If a man’s fading sight is dim,

I don’t think they’ll be of much use to him.
Now take ’em : but through ’em be it known
You’ll see no one else’s faults but your own.
You ’ll find enough for a life’s correction—
Buy, buy the glasses of Introspection !

All’told ! So there’s nothing left to tell.
When I have something new to sell,

With my pack
Upon my back

You’ll see at your fair Many-Spectacled Jack.

CHARITY AND MUSIC.

Charity in London covers a multitude of skins, and it is fit that, once
a year the clean, neat clothing which Charity bestows, should be
paraded at St. Paul’s, and publicly inspected. The gathering of the
school children under the huge dome is a sight which never palls by
its yearly repetition. There is ever a fresh charm in seeing those Iresli,
rosy, innocent young faces, all looking as plump, and clean, and
healthy, as plenty of good food and good scrubbing can make them.
It is pleasant to see the costumes of a century ago, the white pelerines
and caps, dark frocks and yellow gloves reaching to the elbow, and the
pink, or green, or blue rosettes and ribbons worn for ornament. What
a snowstorm seems to come, when the girls all bury their faces in their
aprocs as they say their prayers; and what a peal of tiny thunder
sounds, as girls and boys stand up “with one consent” to sing the
glorious “ Old HundredthThe piercing, shrill young voices thrill
you to the bone ; and, “ albeit unused to the melting mood,” you will
hardly avoid losing a tear or two while listening. The way in which
they sing does credit to their teachers, who must take enormous pains
to train them to keep time and tune so perfectly. Even in the chant-
ing the words were fairly audible; and, when each word is uttered by
some four thousand voices, unless they speak together with most;
accurate exactness, no word can well be audible. Where all behaved
so well, it would be invidious to single out for praise; yet Mr. Punch,
as he went out, could not help patting on the head the girls of good
Saint Mary-le-bone, who were throughout a pattern for composure and
propriety, and sat like statues through the sermon, which was certainly
all Greek to them, although written in good English. A plate being
protruded to receive his contribution, Mr. Punch could not help
noticing that there were fewer sovereigns than sixpences and shillings
in it. Next year he hopes, sincerely, this may not be the case. With
Universal Suffrage looming in the future, it is more than ever needful
that Electors should be educated ; and, as helping towards this end,
the Charity Schools of London deserve, and make good use of, all the
aid that can be given them.

The French Improved.

M. ITaussmann is going to mutilate the Rue de la Paix. Like his
master, he is dissatisfied, if not with the ways of pleasantness, with the
Paths of Peace.

SAME ANOTHER WAY.

The Emperor has sanctioned more destructions in Paris, and in the
provincial towns. He reminds us of some Greek wit under the first
Empire

Napoleon.Napoleon

Apoleon . . . . . . Destroyer

Poleon.Of Cities.

CHORUS OE LOSERS ON THE OAKS.

“ Not For Mosa:

Oh dear, no Sir,” &c.

An International Game.—Beggar-my-neighbour used to be a
game of cards. It is now played with bloated armaments.