Up, up against it every virile force,
And every valorous virtue! By its hiss
'Tis known _hostis humani generis_,
Let Civilisation snatch St. Michael's sword,
And slay this Dragon, of a tribe abhorred
The meanest and the most malignant Worm
Which can spill venom, but, attacked, will squirm,
Shrink, splutter, vanish. With no noble end,
All men must be its foes, blind hatred its sole friend!
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BREAKING.
[In his spot-barred Billiard-Match with H. COLES, PEALL made
breaks of 108, 133, 64, 52, 78, 77, and 80.]
Break, break, break
On thy Billiard-board, oh P.!
As easy as cutting butter
The business seems to thee.
"Oh, well that the spot is barred,"
The knowing ones glibly say,
"Or we might get no chance
Of a COLES' strike here to-day."
And the marvellous game goes on.
Till the watchers have their fill;
And one drops off, and dreams
He's taken the "Red" for a pill.
Break, break, break!
And there's one that will broken be;
For the Pony I put on the other man
Will never come back to me.
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SUGGESTION FROM "CHILDE HAROLD" AT OLYMPIA.--"I stood in Venice on the
Bridge of Size And paint," &c., &c.
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[Illustration: THE DYNAMITE DRAGON.]
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ON THE FIRST GREEN CHAIR.
[Illustration: Thursday, April 7.
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