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Tim COURT. -..--

POLITICAL GOSSIP. --

THE ARTS, LITERATURE, &c.…

How the Money Goes.

Reform Demonstration in Hyde-park.

The Spread of Cholera.

The Acceptance of the Preliminaries…

OUR MISCBIiLANY.'

Heat!

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Heat! The summer has come with its July heat, And people are puffing in square and street, Your friends look hot, whomever you meet, With fiery faces and dusty feet. And the p'lioeman is melting upon his beat, And longeth for winter's rain and sleet, ? With gratuitous mutton and pie replete, That his hat being gone, he couldn't secrete. And it's pleasant to drink and not to eat, « So in some cool arbour we'll find retreat, And sharpen the waiter with cries of 'VUe! For Badminton iced to the soul is sweet, And sever to stir is most discreet; Then legends of tropic climes repeat, That somebody's hotter's a nice conceit To think of, and then as the moments fleet As swift as the shadows across the wheat (That's half a crib, but I won't delete), And warmly each thirsty friend we'll greet. And, oh for penance in cool white sheet, As in olden times they would serve a cheat, To punish me well for my verses neat, For twenty and one are my rhymes to Heat.

Love Song.

Sheer Nonsense.

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Humiliating: Meditation.

Rose in the House of Lords.

Song-.

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