Volume 25 — OUR ANCIENT NICHOLAS.
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Russia, having crossed the Pruth, Teaches us a bit of truth; Here we have our precious Czar Lighting up the flames of war.
He that kept all Europe quiet Is involving her in riot, On hostilities we border With this vaunted man of order.
Who were right and who were wrong, We, who hissed him all along, Or the folks that cheered and shouted After him who women knouted?
Now, perhaps, you are disgusted With the tyrant whom you trusted, Oh, unworthy sons of Britain! —Don't you feel a little bitten?
A Key to a Difficulty.
When the appointment of City Chamberlain was conferred on Sir John Key, the worthy Ex-Alderman naturally asked for the keys of office. A brother alderman, who happened to be a wag, remarked that "to bestow a key upon Key would be to carry coals to Newcastle, and that, therefore, Sir John must be satisfied with his habitual self-possession."
Extremely Particular.—We know a stupid old teetotaller who is so true to his principles he won't even mix in society!