Skeletonia.

The arches are strange weird structures of timber, ruberoid or fibrous plaster of fantastical shape and design, showing bare poles and unfinished patches interspersed amongst a lot of gilt and finery, and as yet they bear very little trace of the elegant and artistic form which they will assume as the finished article. It is interesting to see the men at work. Admiring crowds stand around until late into the night. There is no scarcity of labour. Competent workmen seek employment in vain, and a deputation of what Mr. O'Sullivan would call the "workless workers," which waited upon the Trades Hall Council in Melbourne a couple of nights ago to ask for its co-operation in certain representations to be made to the Government, threatened "to follow the trades procession when the Duke was here so that his Royal Highnesses could see some of the poverty and wretchedness which exist at the present time.'—

Melbourne Daily Paper.

"All that glitters is not gold."
Write that large upon the scroll,
Welcome bells still stop to toll;
Waste and want they oft have tolled.

"All that glitters is not gold."
Here, too, hides a skeleton,
Bid the nightmare crowd: "Begone! "
Hunt them ere they wax too bold.

"All that glitters is not gold."
Fibrous plaster, paint and patch
In each arch there stands a match
For the crowd whose rags behold!

" All that glitters is not gold."
Kings still ride in cars of steel,
While the brave who lack a meal
Perish in the winter's cold.

"All that glitters is not gold."
Pride, and pomp and circumstance,
Piled-up wealth, do but enhance
Kingdoms for a few to hold.

"All that glitters is not gold."
Skeletons sustain each arch;
Skeletons with lips a-parch—
Must they leave thee unextolled?

"All that glitters is not gold."
Workmen seek for work in vain,
Yet they must not show disdain
For a man of kingly mould.

"All that glitters is not gold."
"Welcome! welcome son and heir!
We thy subjects gaunt and bare
Hope thee blessings manifold."

King were born to love and hold,
Common men to dearth and care,
Lay the ghoulish secret bare—
"All that glitters is not gold."