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[Illustration: THE RED QUEEN AND THE WHITE; OR, ALICE IN THUNDERLAND.]
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JOLLY JULY.
The storm of rain comes swirling down,
Our helpless flow'rets droop and die;
The thunder crashes o'er the town--
In wet July.
Our cricket-match is spoilt, the stumps
We draw beneath a drenching sky;
Then homeward wend in doleful dumps--
In wet July.
The lawn's a lake, whereon there float
The balls that erst would o'er it fly;
We can't play tennis from a boat,
In wet July.
Our garden-party's ruined quite,
Of invitations friends fight shy;
They wisely shun the sloppy sight
In wet July.
Take that old aneroid away,
A new barometer we'll try;
With hope for haply one fine day--
In wet July.
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BEATING THE RECORD.--Mrs. MALAPROP's "Cerberus, as three single
gentlemen rolled into one," was "not in it" last week with H.R.
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