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THE FRENCH BANK-NOTE FORGERIES.…

CAROLINE GRAVIERE.

A LEECH BAROMETER.

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rHE CONVICT OUTBREAK AT IS…

THE THIRLMERE WATER SCHEME.

A RIVAL TO POET CLOSE.

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THE FENIAN PRISONERS.

THE SWITZERS AND SPRING.

CHEAPSIDE IN THE OLDEN TIME.

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THE PROPOSED AGRICULTURAL…

EMBALMING.

THE YANKEE PRIVATEER.

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THE YANKEE PRIVATEER. (A Story for the Marines.) The steam-schooner Coon, her snowy cloud of canvas contrasting with the dark cloud from her funnels, was cleaving the waters like a thing of life at the rate of fifteen knots an hour. The crew, consisting of some fifty desperadoes of all nationalities, had cleared the deck for action. Her guns had been crammed to the muzzle with shot and shell. Every man of her picked crew carried a rifle in his hand, and revolver and cutlas in his belt. My lads!" cried Captain Scudder, pointing to a ship under English colours in the distance," do you see that darned Britisher ? There floats your fortune You've sailed and steamed a couple of thousand miles, you've left the august shadow of that glorious bird of freedom, the American Eagle, but there's your reward. It's a tarnation fat prize, and darn me if we don't chaw her up in the twinkling of a handspike." This eloquent speech was cheered to the echo, and part of the crew went below to sit upon the safety- ralm nf tho nnfiiae. The Coon flashed through the waves with re- doubled speed, and soon was alongside the unfortunate Britisher. „ "Now, my lada cried Captain Scudder, waving his Gatling gun over his head, "ene well-aimed broadside, then lay her alongside, and boarders away!" Stop, Massa!" exclaimed the B^ack Cook, II Sambo see some British genelam a coming off in the jolly-boat. Golly I how dey make her walk!" "Avast, my lads!' shouted the Captain, after verifying the Black Cook's assertion through his marine binocular. As Sambo says, we have visitors. Darn me, but we'll teach them manners." By this time the boat from the Britisher had ap- proached the Coon, and two of her crew, in the persons of the Captain and a Barnster-at-Law, had presented themselves before the Yankee commander. What do you want," asked the American. "To know what you want," replied the English sailor. "Gueøø ni tell you that considerable slick" eaid Captain Scudder. We are going to blow you out of the water." "But you can't," returned the Englishman, firmly. I We have letters of marque." Won't do." We have got a crew of the greatest scoundrels un- hanged, and I don't mind telling you that they are small pumpkins to me." That doesn't matter in the least." Then I guess you are stronger than I suppose. You mean to show fight ?" No, we don't. We are too weak for that." Then what is to prevent me from blowing you into the middle of next week ?" This!" And the Barrister-at-Law (at the request of the Captain) read the Treaty of Washington to the American Commander. 'Bout ship!" shouted the baffled Scudder, turning deadly pale. Of course you and I, my lads, are not at all the sort of chaps to break the law of nations." So the Englishmen returned to the Britisher, and the Coon put her head about for the nearest American port. Upon their arrival, the crew of the Yankee privateer got religion to a man, and spent the re- mainder of their days in pieus respectability, listening to the orthodox sermons of the Rev. Parson Scudder —once their Captain, and now their Paetor.-Punch.

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RUNNING THE BLOCKADE AT CRETE.

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THE COST OF WAR. -

CHANGES IN THE MEDITERRANEAN…

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CANADA.

PENNY BANKS.

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