WHIPPINGHAM WARBLERS. On December the 28th, the children of Whippingham School (isn't the name simply perfect ?) sang in the Inner Hall of the Pavilion at Osborne, "The First Grief." Can't we imagine what the first grief would be at Whippingham ? Of course it is a school where every book is illustrated with cuts. We should like to see exhibited the original block of Whippingham. The school-house itself is, we venture to say, beautifully situated in a grove of birches. DR. BIRCH was the Prince of Wale's tutor, wasn't he? And Whippinham is on the Royal domain at Osborne. The children then sang "Now is the Time." What for ? Clearly the answer is, "For Whipping'em." Another of their melodious efforts was "The Pilgrims". Perhaps this was a Swish air. Then they gave "Rock me to Sleep, Mother" - a day border's ditty on his return from Whippingham. But there is just one rhyme which we trust her Gracious Majesty did not forget among the Christmas Carols of these children of the Rod: - The Queen cried "O !" These children of Whippingham, They shan't go Without my tipping 'em." And so to them and everybody generally, A Happy New Year. ...................................Pun