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Ir appears that the very excellent proposal of amalgamating all the local branches of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children in one national association is meeting with some opposition in Liverpool. Says the Courier of that important locality, It was Liverpool which educated London in the matter of child-protection, and probably the Londoners could still learn in Liverpool many practical lessons. And just when Liverpool is about to he trebled in extent, and have its population largely increased, seems a singularly inappropriate time to subordinate the city to London." From this it would appear that Liverpool in its growth is becoming, to use a colloquialism, "too big for its boots." Surely the benefit of the children should be the first consideration. What the size of either Liverpool or London has to do with that matter, it is difficult to say. No doubt Londoners could learn much from their Liverpool brothers. But the lesson for the moment is to discover how to best protect the little ones. And that subject can only be mastered by a display of goodwill and unselfishness on both sides.

SIR JOHN FRANKLIN. [May 20, 1895: Fiftieth Anniversary of the Day when the Franklin Expedition set Sail.] THE North returned thee not to British earth, Whence on that splendid quest thou didst go forth;

But when our British hearts, in sordid dearth Of pride, forget thy valour and thy worth, Those hearts must be yet colder than the North.

TURF CUTTINGS.

E POLICE STATION

ROUNDABOUT READINGS.

"Taken and Off."

"Getting on" at 6 to 4.

THE Hon. GEORGE CURZON and Miss LEITER (U.S.A.) have been married. The State of Illinois is indignant. The two facts are more intimately connected than might be supposed. Four days after the wedding a resolution was introduced into the State Legislature of Illinois by a Mr. MCCARTHY, requesting the daughters of Illinois "not to accept the hand in marriage of any person who is not a citizen of the United States, as we are of opinion that the daughters of Illinois should be patriotic in their views, and should disregard the title of any foreigner, and marry none but a citizen of the United States." It is stated that the resolution was referred to the Committee on Federal Relations." Surely a Committee on domestic relations or on titled relations would have been more appropriate.

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THE Illinois State Legislature obviously has novel ideas of its legislative duties. Imagine an English County Council treating seriously such fantastic rubbish as Mr. McCARTHY brought before the law-makers of his State. Would it not be more to the point to look after the sons of Illinois, and to keep the hue of their resolution up to the mark? If they are laggards in love, who shall blame the British aristocrat for wooing with success the daughters of Illinois, whom their compatriot suitors abandon? Or again, if titles are so irresistible an attraction to the fair, why not establish titles in Illinois, and thus give the Earl of BANGS or the Marquis SALTONTALE that seductive influence which is apparently lacking to plain ZEDEKIAH B. BANGS, and to the unadorned JONATHAN K. SALTONTALE. For it is obviously better that the daughters of Illinois should marry than that they should waste away with an unbridaled (let the spelling pass) desire for a title.

AT Oxford on Wednesday last the University beat Somerset by one wicket, mainly owing to the admirable batting of Mr. H. D. G. LEVESON GOWER, popularly known as "The Shrimp."

To the batsmen of Oxford, who looked very limp, Father Neptune was kind when he gave them a Shrimp: For a Shrimp on the grass is most worthy of rhyme, When he makes a firm stand, but gets runs all the time. THE inhabitants of Christmas Street in Bristol want to have their thoroughfare laid with wood paving. At present, according to an indignant correspondent," the pitching in the street is so bad that it is positively dangerous for vehicular traffic... but the risk to life

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'A BAS "THE CLUB SWEEP." DEAR MR. PUNCH,-Although you are a humorist, there is a serious side to your character. I want to appeal to that serious side. I wish to complain of the prevalence in all our West-End Co-operative Palaces of that annual pest. appropriately called "the Club Sweep.' Why should it be allowed to ? It is a disgrace to civilisation. I know of no more painful sight than the picture of old CRSUS paying the hall-porter to put him down for a dozen places. I am delighted when those twelve positions end in blanks, or starters out of the running. And nearly as unpleasant an incident is the tableau of young JONES taking a pound chance at the same fatal lottery. Put it down, Mr. Punch; put it down. I repeat," the Club Sweep" is unworthy of the civilisation of the close of the nineteenth century. Once more, Sir, put it down. Yours, most truly,

AN OLD MEMBER OF THE HERCULES CLUB. P.S.-I am sure the thing is a mistake. Will you believe it, I have put into my own sweep for the last thirty-five years, and have never drawn a starter! Same luck this season!

From the New Sarum Note-Book. [Lord SALISBURY "believes the SULTAN to be a humane man."-Speech at Bradford.] LORD SALISBURY believes

That RICHARD THE THIRD was a remarkably amiable man; especially kind to children. That NERO was the gentlest creature that ever breathed, except CALIGULA.

That HENRY THE EIGHTH was a gentle, unassuming person; most religious and domesticated; in fact, a model husband, and the sort of man that" wouldn't harm a biby."

and limb are entirely subservient to the parsimonious policy of our Bristol Sanitary Authority." Might I suggest Yule logs as an appropriate pavement for Christmas Street ? Certainly this accident policy of the Bristol Sanitary Authority ought to be allowed to lapse.

If Bray

I GATHER from a letter in the Freeman's Journal that Bray is not being well treated by the Bray Township Commissioners. is to march with the times." says the writer, "and keep pace with the laudable efforts of our Tourist Development Association," something must be done to improve the walk round Bray Head. The picture of Bray keeping pace and marching with the times by walking round its own head is too confusing for the intelligence of the dense Saxon.

AN article in the Scotsman declares that "a great laxity of costume is characteristic of modern Oxford." Straw hats and brown boots appear to abound everywhere. It is added that " Bowlers are already beginning to be preserved as relies of a bygone race.' "This will be glorious news for the Cambridge Eleven, for a merely preserved bowler cannot be very dangerous.

FROM a recent issue of the Freeman's Journal I extract the following letter, which, it must be admitted, "makes both sides right" with a clearness that leaves nothing to be desired. Note, too, the writer's natural vexation at the idea that he "assisted the constable":

TO THE EDITOR OF THE FREEMAN.

114, Lower Clanbrassil Street, Dublin, May 14, 1895. from one of the London and Northern-Western vans, I beg leave to state that SIR,-With reference to your issue of the 13th inst., and the stolen tea I in no way assisted the constable in the arrest of the prisoner, as you state; along with him at the time. But I did help the driver of the waggon when neither was there any necessity for me doing so, as he had sufficient help on the ground to recover his feet and get back to his waggon with the tea in question. My reasons for doing so were as follows-first, being a van driver myself, and I might say has been such all my lifetime, and knowing that when goods are stolen from any van in nine cases out of every ten the driver of such a van has to make good the same and be put under stoppages although no fault of his. Secondly, when I came on the scene the driver of the waggon seemed to be getting the worst of it, as the offender had two others stances and to protect the interest of my follow-workers, as I am always helping him. If someone did not interfere, therefore, under those circumready to do, I interfered, and under no other. Hoping you will kindly insert this in your next issue and make both sides right, and thanking you for the same, I remain your humble servant,;

HENRY PRENDERGAST,

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Britannia (to His Highness Nasrulla Khan). DELIGHTED TO SEE YOU, FOR YOUR DEAR FATHER'S SAKE!"

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BOOKMAKERS ON THE BEACH.

(4 Sketch at a Sea-side Race-Meeting.)

then, and don't keep gentlemen away as wants to bet! (To a Yeomanry trooper.) Come along, my ole soldier-boy, give it a name! (His old soldier-boy declines to give it any name, and passes on.) Call yerself a warrior bold, and afraid o' riskin' 'alf-a-crown! Why, SCENE-The Sands at Baymouth, where some pony and horse races are being run. By the Grand Stand, and under the wall of the Yer Queen and country orter be ashamed o' yer! (48 a young farmer esplanade, about a dozen bookmakers, perched on old packing-Ah, you don't forget the old firm, I see.... What, four to one not in riding-gaiters come up, with the evident intention of business.) cases, are clamouring with their customary energy. The public, good enough for you? You won't get no better odds, go where you however, for some reason seems unusually deaf to their blandish-like! I suppose you expeck me to make you a present o' the ments and disinclined for speculation, and the bookmakers, after money? (The farmer moves on.) I dunno what's come to 'em all. shouting themselves hoarse with little or no result, are beginning I never see nothing like it in all my life!

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Bookmaker (to Second Bookmaker). Not much 'ere to-day! Shawn't get no roast baked and biled this journey, eh ?

Second B. (with deep disgust). They ain't got no money! Baymouth's going down. Why, this might be a bloomin' Sunday-school treat! Blest if I believe they know what we're 'ere for!

Third B. (after pausing to refresh himself, sardoni cally to Fourth Bookmaker). De-lightful weather, WILLIAM!

William (in a similar tone of irony). What a glorious day, PERCY! Sech a treat to see all the people enjoyin' theirselves without any o' the silly speculation yer do find sometimes on Occasions like this! (He accepts the bottle his friend passes, and drinks.) 'Ere's better luck to us all!

Fifth B. (pathetically). Don't leave your little FREDDY out! (They DON'T leave their little FREDDY out.) Cheer up, WILLIAM, there's 'appier days in store; there'll be Jersey comin' soon. We'll be orf to the sunny south! (To a stranger who comes up to him.) Why, Uncle, you don't say ay it's you! How well you're looking! Shake 'ands and 'ave a bit on, jest for ole sake's sake! (The stranger proceeds to introduce himself as the Secretary, and to demand

IN THE GRAND STAND.

A Glib Person, in a tall hat (as he picks his way up and down the benches, the occupants of which treat him with tolerant indifference). I'm not a bookmaker, ladies and gentlemen; don't have that impression of me for a moment! I'm simply an amateur, and an independent gentleman o' means, like any of yourselves. You all know more than I do. I don't come 'ere with any intention o' winning your money-far from it. I'm wishful to settle and live among you. I may eventually put up as your member; and, if so, when I take my place in Parliament I shall be in a position to testify that the Baymouth people are extremely cautious as to the manner in which they invest their money on 'orseracin'! Yes, I'm 'ere on beyarf of the Sporting League, just to prove how tree a meeting like this is from the evils o' gambling. I don't come 'ere to rob yer. I want yer all to win. I like to see yer bright and shining faces around me; I like the friverolity and reckereation and the conviverality of the thing, that's all. I'll tell yer how it is. I've a rich ole aunt, and she puts fifty pound into my 'ands, and sez, Jacky," she sez, "I love those dear Baymouth people, and I want you to take this 'ere money and lay it out among 'em in moieties, and make 'em rich and 'appy." You can see for yourselves. I've no tickets and no parryfernalia, excep' this little pocket-book, where I enter any bets you honour me with. Come, Miss, win a

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a fee.) What! pay you five shillins for standin' 'ere wastin' my pair o' those three-and-sixpenny gloves at CHICKERELL'S, the extime and voice like this? Not me! Why, I aint took two blessed Mayor's, to oblige me! Did I tread on your corn, Sir? I assure you sorcepans since I bin 'ere! (The Secretary remains firm.) I won't it was the last thing I intended.. "You knew I'd do it afore I'd do it, my boy. Not on prinserple, I won't. I wouldn't give you five done ?"... Well, Sir, if you've sech a gift o' seeing into futoority as shillins not if your tongue was 'anging down on to your boots-so that, why not make something out of it now? Three to one bar one. there! (The Secretary does not attempt so violent an appeal to his better Kitty I'm barring. Thank you, Sir; 'alf-a-crown to seven and six nature, but calls a police-inspector.) 'Ere, I'd sooner git down and on Sportsman. I tell you candidly-you've got the winner. The chuck the show altogether; jest to mark my contempt for such goings favourite won't win. Now, then, all you others, where's your Bayon! (He descends from his box; takes down his sign, unscrews his mouth pluck? I orfered you thirty to one Beeswing last race; and pole, folds up his professional triptych, and departs in a state of you wouldn't take it. And Beeswing won, and you lost the chance virtuous indignation only to be expressed by extreme profanity, while o' making yer fortunes. Don't blame me if the same thing 'appens the Secretary proceeds unmoved to collect payments from the others; again. I'm on'y bettin', as I told you, for my own amusement, and who eventually compromise the claims for half-a-crown.) to get rid o' the money! (&c., &c.)

Mr. Sam Satchell (from Southampton"). Now then, you gentlemen and aristocratic tradesmen, where are you all? Don't any o' you know anything? Come on 'ere. (He stops an elderly rustic.) You've got a fancy, I can see! (The rustic denies the impeachment, grinning.) Git along with yer, yer artful ole puss,

Mr. Sam Satchell (whom the apathy of the public has apparently reduced to a state of defiant buffoonery). Even money Daredevil, you rascals! And why the blazes don't ye take it? Come on. I'll take two little bits o' twos that Kitty don't win! Four to one against ole bread-and-butter Tommy, over there in the corner!

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