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_A propos_ of the TSAR'S manifesto:--
"The _Retch_, says: 'The order puts the dot on all the
"t's."'"--_Provincial Paper_.
It is a far, far better thing to dot your "t's" than cross your "i's."
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[Illustration: THE DAWN OF DOUBT.
GRETCHEN. "I WONDER IF THIS GENTLEMAN REALLY IS MY GOOD ANGEL AFTER ALL!"]
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[Illustration: _Benevolent Gentleman_. "YOU MUST BE CAREFUL, MY MAN, OR YOU
WILL GET CLERGYMAN'S SORE THROAT."]
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NURSERY RHYMES OF LONDON TOWN.
(SECOND SERIES.)
XV.--THE TOWER.
They put a Lady in the Tower,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
They put a Lady in the Tower
And told her she was in their power
And left her there for half-an-hour,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
They put a Padlock on the Chain,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
They put a Padlock on the Chain,
But they left the Key in the South of Spain,
So the Lady took it off again,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
They put a Bulldog at the Door,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
They put a Bulldog at the Door,
He was so old he could only snore,
And he'd lost his Tooth the day before,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
They put a Beefeater at the Gate,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
They put a Beefeater at the Gate,
But as his age was eighty-eight
His Grandmother said he couldn't wait,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
They put a Prince to watch the Stair,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
They put a Prince to watch the Stair,
But he had a Golden Ring to spare,
So he married the Lady then and there,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
And ever since that grievous hour,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
Ever since that grievous hour
When the lovely Lady was in their power
They've never put nobody in the Tower,
Heigh-o, fiddlededee!
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Flattery from the Front.
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