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PUNCH'S SCAMP-ALBUM.</h2> + + <h3>No. III.—THE BIOGRAPHER.</h3> + + <p>We will ask you, reader, this week, to compel your fancy to + take a further flight, and kindly imagine yourself a worthy + merchant, who has exchanged the turmoil of City-life for the + elegant leisure of a suburban villa—let us say at + Norwood. You are in your dining-room, examining the sky, and + thinking that, if the weather holds up, you will take your big + dog out presently for a run before lunch, when you are told + that a gentleman is in the study who wishes to see you "on + particular business." The very word excites you, not + unpleasantly, nor do you care whether it is Churchwarden's + business, or the District Board, or the County Council—it + is enough that your experience and practical knowledge of + affairs are in request—and, better still, it will give + you something to do. So, after a delay due to your own + importance, you march into your study, and find a brisk + stranger, with red whiskers and a flexible mouth, absorbed in + documents which he has brought with him in a black bag.</p> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:36%;"> + <a href="images/121-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/121-1.png" + alt="'Your Visitor has his Note-book out.'" /> + </a>"Your Visitor has his Note-book out." + </div> + + <p>"I <i>have</i> the pleasure of addressing Mr. MARK LANE, I + think?" he says. "Just so. Well, Mr. MARK LANE, I consider + myself extremely fortunate in finding you at home, I assure + you, and a very charming place you have here—abundant + evidence of a refined and cultivated mind, excellent selection + of our best-known writers, everything, if I may say so, elegant + in the extreme—as was to be expected! Even from the + cursory glimpse I have had, I can see that your interior would + lend itself admirably to picturesque description—which + brings me to the object of my visit. I have called upon you, + Mr. LANE, in the hope of eliciting your sympathy and patronage + for a work I am now compiling—a work which will, I am + confident, commend itself to a gentleman of your wide culture + and interest in literary matters." (<i>Here you will look as + judicial as you can, and harden your heart in advance against a + new Encyclopædia, or an illustrated edition of</i> SHAKSPEARE's + <i>works</i>.) "The work I allude to, Mr. LANE, is entitled, + <i>Notable Nonentities of Norwood and its Neighbourhood." (Here + you will nod gravely, rather taken by the title.</i>) "It will + be published very shortly, by subscription, Mr. LANE, in two + handsome quarto volumes, got up in the most sumptuous style. It + is a work which has been long wanted, and which, I venture to + predict, will be very widely read. It is my ambition to make it + a complete biographical compendium of every living celebrity of + note residing at Norwood at the present date. It will be + embellished with copious illustrations, printed by an entirely + new process upon India and Japanese paper; + everything—type, ink, paper, binding, will be of the best + procurable; the publishers being determined to spare no expense + in making it a book of reference superior to anything of the + kind previously attempted!" (<i>As he pauses fur breath, you + will take occasion to observe, that no doubt such a work, as he + contemplates, will be an excellent thing—but that, for + your own part, you can dispense with any information respecting + the Notabilities of Norwood, and, in short, that if he will + excuse you</i>—)</p> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:36%;"> + <a href="images/121-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/121-2.png" + alt="'You may have to wait.'" /></a>"You may have to + wait." + </div> + + <p>"Pardon me, Mr. LANE," he interrupts, "you mistake my + object. I should not dream of expecting you to <i>subscribe</i> + to such a work. But, in my capacity of compiler, I naturally + desire to leave nothing undone that care and research can + effect to render the work complete—and it would be + incomplete indeed, were it to include no reference to so + distinguished a resident as yourself!" ("<i>Oh, + pooh—nonsense!" You will say at this—but you will + sit down again</i>) "Norwood is a singularly favoured locality. + Sir; its charms have induced many of our foremost men to select + it for their <i>rus in urbe</i>. Why, in this very + road—May I ask, by the way, if you are acquainted with + Alderman MINCING? Alderman MINCING has been good enough to + furnish me with many interesting details of his personal + career, a photo-gravured portrait of him will be included, with + views of the interior and exterior of 'The Drudgeries,' and a + bit from the back-garden." (<i>You do know</i> + MINCING—<i>and you cannot help inwardly wondering at the + absurd vanity of the man</i>—<i>a mere nobody, away from + the City!</i>) "Between ourselves," says your interviewer, + candidly, having possibly observed your expression, "I am by no + means sure that I shall feel warranted in allotting Alderman + MINCING as much space as I fear he will consider himself + entitled to. Alderman MINCING, though a highly respectable man, + does <i>not</i> appeal to the popular imagination as others I + could mention do—he is just a <i>little</i> commonplace!" + ("<i>Shrewd follow, this!" you think to yourself—"Got</i> + MINCING's <i>measure!</i>") "But I should feel it an honour, + indeed, if such a man as yourself, now, would give me all the + personal information you think proper to make public, while, as + a specimen of what Norwood can do in luxurious and artistic + domestic fittings, this house, Sir, would be invaluable! I do + trust that you will see your way to—" (<i>At first, you + suggest that you must talk it over with your Wife—but you + presently see that if</i> MINCING <i>and men of that calibre + are to be in this, you cannot, for your own sake, hold aloof, + and so your Visitor soon has his note-book out.</i>) "Any + remarkable traits recorded of you as an infant, Mr. LANE? A + strong aversion to porridge, and an antipathy to + black-beetles—both of which you still retain? Thank you, + <i>very</i> much. And you were educated? At Dulborough Grammar + School? Just <i>so</i>! Never took to Latin, or learned Greek? + Commercial aptitudes declaring themselves thus + early—curious, <i>indeed</i>! Entered your father's + office as clerk? Became a partner? Married your present + lady—when? In 1860? Exactly!—and have offspring? + Your subsequent life comparatively uneventful? That will do + admirably—infinitely obliged to you, I am sure. It would + be useless to ask you if you would care to have a copy of the + work, when issued, forwarded to you—we can do it for you + at the very nominal sum of two guineas, if paid in + advance—a gratifying possession for your children after + you have gone, Mr. LANE! I <i>may</i> put you down? Thank you. + For <i>two</i> copies?" (<i>On second thoughts, you do order + two copies; you can send one out to your married Sister in + Australia</i>—<i>it will amuse her.</i>) "One, two, + three, four guineas—<i>quite</i> correct, Mr. LANE, and + you shall have an early opportunity of revising a proof, and we + will send down a competent artist, in a day or two, to take the + photographs. Quite an agreeable change in the weather, is it + not? <i>Good</i> day!"</p> + + <p>He is gone, leaving you to wait for the proof, and the + photographer, and the appearance of that great work. <i>Notable + Nonentities of Norwood</i>,—and it is not at all unlikely + that you may have to wait a considerable time.</p> + <hr /> + + <h3>Iago on the Great Sermon Question.</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Good name in Mayor or Parson, dear my public,</p> + + <p>Is the immediate jewel of their souls.</p> + + <p>Who steals my <i>sermon</i>, steals trash; 'tis + something, nothing;</p> + + <p>'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been mouthed by + dozens;</p> + + <p>But he who "splits" on me as plagiarist,</p> + + <p>Robs me of that which is no good to him,</p> + + <p>And leaves me poor—in credit.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <p>"WHEREVER WE WANDER," &c.—A new book of advice for + intending Travellers has recently been published, entitled, + "<i>Where to Stay</i>." It is both ornamental and useful; but + so much depends on ways and means, that, after careful + consideration, <i>Mr. Punch</i>, when asked "<i>Where to + Stay</i>," considers the safest answer will always be, "<i>At + home</i>."</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page122" + id="page122"></a>[pg 122]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:80%;"> + <a href="images/122.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/122.png" + alt="'CHUCKED!'" /></a> + + <h3>"CHUCKED!"</h3> + + <blockquote> + <p>["The Bookmakers are in consternation, the Chamber + having yesterday (Feb. 28), by 330 Votes to 144, + rejected a Bill legalising the <i>pari mutuel</i>, and + the Government having pledged itself to enforce the law + against gambling."—<i>Times Paris + Correspondent</i>.]</p> + </blockquote><i>The Bookie</i>. "ALL RIGHT, MOSSOO, I'M OFF + TO ENGLAND! THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE 'OME!" + </div> + + <h4>(<i>Extract of Letter from</i> DICKY DIDDLUM, <i>Bookmaker, + Paris, to</i> BOUNDING BOB, <i>ditto, Newmarket.</i>)</h4> + + <p>"... Our game here appears to be as decidedly <i>hup</i> as + the top of the Awful Tower! Regular mugs, these Mossoos, after + all. Thought we <i>had</i> taught 'em a bit about <i>Ler + Sport</i> by this time: but, bless yer, BOB, once a Pollyvoo, + always a Pollyvoo! No Frenchy really hunderstands a 'Oss, or + knows 'ow to make a Book!</p> + + <p>"Abolish Betting!!! Wot next, I wonder? Wot with County + Councils, dunderheaded Deppyties, and Swells who do the + Detective bizness in their own droring-rooms, pooty soon there + won't be a safe look in for a party as wants to do a nice + little flutter—unless, of course, he's a Stock-Exchange + spekkylator, or a hinvester in South American Mines. + <i>Then</i> he can plunge, and hedge, and jockey the jugginses + as much as he's a mind to. Wonder how that bloomin' French + <i>Bourse</i> 'ud get along without a bit o' the pitch-and-toss + barney, as every man as <i>is</i> a man finds the werry salt of + life. Yah! This here Moral game is a gettin' played down too + darned low for anythink. And wot's it mean, arter all? Why, 'No + Naughtiness, except for the Nobs!' That's about the exact size + of it, and it's blazing beastly, BOB!</p> + + <p>"Only one of the dashed Deppyties talked a mossel o' sense, + fur as <i>I</i> see. A certain MOSSOO DER KERJEGU, a + Republican, too, bless his boko! said as 'races were essential + to 'orsebreeding, and that without betting there would be no + races.' O.K. you are, MOSSOO DER K.! And then they up and chuck + hus Bookies! No bookies, no betting; no betting, no races; no + racing, no 'osses; no 'osses, no nothink! That's how it runs, + BOB, or I'm a sossidge!</p> + + <p>"But this here bloomin' Republick is too rediklus for + anythink. Look at the kiddish kick-up along o' the visit of the + Hempress! Why, if <i>we</i> 'ad that duffer, DEROULÈDE, on + Newmarket 'Eath, we should just duck him in a 'orsepond, like a + copped Welsher. Here they washup him, or else knuckle under to + him, like a skeery Coster's missus when her old man's on the + mawl, and feels round arter her ribs with his bloomin' + high-lows. <i>That's</i> yer high-polite French Artists and + brave booky-banishin' Dippyties! Yah!</p> + + <p>"'Owsomever, I suppose, BOB, I must clear out of this. + MOSSOO CONSTANS, he said, 'if the Bill were carried there would + be an end to bookmakers.' And it <i>was</i> carried, by 340 + mugs against 144 right 'uns. And arter all me and my sort has + done for Parry! It's mean, that's wot it is, BOB. P'raps + they'll chuck British <i>jockeys</i> next! Much good their + <i>Grong Pree</i>, ancetrer, will be <i>then</i>, my boy. + <i>Our</i> 'osses, <i>our</i> jockeys, <i>and</i> our bookies + has bin the making of French Sport,—and werrv nice little + pickings there's bin out of it take it all round. Wot'll <i>Ler + Hig Life</i>, and Hart, and Leagues o' Patriots, and miles o' + bullyvards, and COOK's Tourists and Awful Towers do for Parry + without <i>hus</i>, I wonder? We shall <i>see</i>! Ah, Madame + <i>lar Republick</i>, maybe you'll be sorry, you and your + bullyin' jondarms, for chucking o' me afore you're through. As + MAT MOPUS put it:—</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>It was all werry well to dissemble yer love,</p> + + <p>But wy did yer kick me down-stairs?</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Chucked it is, though, and I shall probably see yer next + week, BOB. Thanks be, the Flat Season's at 'and! Arter all, + there's no place like 'ome! No!—</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>'Mid <i>Boises</i> and Bullyvards tho' we may + roam,</p> + + <p>Be it hever so foggy, there's no place <i>like</i> + 'ome;</p> + + <p>A smile from the Swells seems to 'allow sport + there,</p> + + <p>Wich, look where you will, isn't met with + elsewhere.</p> + + <p class="i8">'Ome, 'ome, Sweet, sweet 'ome,</p> + + <p>Be it hever so fog-bound, there's no place like + 'ome!</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page123" + id="page123"></a>[pg 123]</span> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>A hexile from Parry, I'm off o'er the main;</p> + + <p>Ah! give me my native Newmarkit again;</p> + + <p>The mugs, smiling sweetly, wot come at my bawl,</p> + + <p>Give me these, and the "pieces," far dearer than + all.</p> + + <p class="i10">'Ome, 'ome,</p> + + <p class="i10">Sweet, sweet 'ome,</p> + + <p>With RAIKES<a id="footnotetag1" + name="footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1"><sup>1</sup></a>, + LOWTHER, CHAPLIN, there's no place like 'ome.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>"Mean to sing <i>that</i> at our next 'Smoker,' BOB. But + till then, Ta—ta!!"</p> + + <blockquote class="footnote"> + <a id="footnote1" + name="footnote1"></a><b>Footnote 1:</b> + <a href="#footnotetag1">(return)</a> + + <p>Which gentleman declined to find out for Mr. SAMUEL + SMITH, "what proportion betting messages bear to the other + telegrams transmitted by the Post-office Department."</p> + </blockquote> + <hr /> + + <h3>Desdemona to the Author of "Dorian Gray."</h3> + + <h4>(<i>A propos of his paragraphic Preface.</i>)</h4> + + <p>"These are old fond paradoxes, to make boys crow i' the Club + corner. What miserable praise hast thou for him that's foul and + foolish?"</p> + <hr /> + + <p>SOMETHING IN A NAME.—A recent theatrical announcement + informed us that a new comedy would be produced from the pen of + a Mr. HENRY DAM. If successful, imagine the audience calling + for the Author by name. If a triumph, the new dramatist will be + known as "The big, big D."</p> + <hr /> + + <h3>By a Tired and Cynical Critic of Current Fiction.</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>A "School for Novelists," they say, has risen.</p> + + <p>A School? What's really wanted is a Prison.</p> + + <p>Life-long confinement far from pen and ink</p> + + <p><i>Might</i> cure the crowd of fictionists, I + <i>think</i>.</p> + + <p>Or, if by Lessons you'd arrest the blight,</p> + + <p>Go teach the Novelist how <i>not</i> to write!</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <p>ATHLETICS.—It is said that the County Council are + resolved to forbid the popular feats of raising heavy weights, + upon the ground that it may lead to shoplifting.</p> + <hr /> + + <p>WORKING AND PLAYING BEES.—<i>Lady B-ountiful</i> + first, at the Garrick, and <i>Lady B-arter</i> at the + Princess's.</p> + <hr /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:60%;"> + <a href="images/123.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/123.png" + alt="OLD FRIENDS." /></a> + + <h3>OLD FRIENDS.</h3> + + <p><i>Big Ben</i>. "OH, FLATTERY'S THE BANE OF FRIENDSHIP! + JUST LOOK AT YOU AND ME, OLD MAN! WHY, I'VE <i>ALWAYS</i> + TOLD YOU THE TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELF, HOWEVER DISAGREEABLE! + IT'S A WAY I HAVE. AND YET WE'VE BEEN FAST FRIENDS FOR + FORTY YEARS, AND I LIKE YOU BETTER THAN ANY FRIEND I + POSSESS! INDEED, YOU'RE ABOUT THE ONLY FRIEND I'VE GOT + LEFT!"</p> + + <p><i>Little Dick</i> (<i>dreamily</i>). "AH, BUT YOU MUST + REMEMBER THAT I'VE <i>NEVER TOLD YOU THE TRUTH BACK + AGAIN!</i>"</p> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>THE FIRST ACT—AND THE LAST.</h2> + + <h4>(<i>A Departmental Tragi-Comedy, in active + Rehearsal.</i>)</h4> + + <p>ACT I.—<i>The Scene represents the Interior of a + Military Instruction Room. Black Boards, on which are displayed + advanced Problems and Calculations in the Higher Mathematics, + and various Scientific Charts cover the Walls. Models of + mechanical contrivances and machinery used in the construction + of complicated Small Arms approved by the Authorities, are + scattered about in every direction.</i> TOMMY ATKINS <i>is + discovered, giving his best attention to the conclusion of a + very lengthy but rather abstruse explanatory Lecture.</i></p> + + <p><i>Military Instructor</i> (<i>who has been for an hour and + a half explaining the intricate mechanism of the new Magazine + Rifle, finally approaching the end of his subject</i>). Well, + as I have fully explained before, but may state once more, so + as to firmly impress it on your memory, you will bear in mind + that the cylindrical portion will be shortened in front, the + end of the rib being provided with tooth underneath, and stud + on top, both studs on rib to have undercut grooves, a small + keeper-screw, and bolt-head for cover, being added, while the + cocking-stud is enlarged. Then do not forget that jammed cases + or bullets are removed by two ramrods, screwed together by the + locking-bolt being omitted. I needn't again go over the + twenty-four different screws, but, in ease of accident, it will + be well to retain their various outside thread diameters in + your memory, specially not forgetting that those of the Butt + Trap Spring, the Dial Sight Pivot, and the Striker Keeper + Screw, stand respectively at .1696, .1656, and .116 of an inch. + Of course you will remember the seven pins, and that, if + anything should go wrong with the Bolt Head Cover Pin, as you + will practically have to take the whole rifle to pieces, you + should be thoroughly familiar with the 197 different component + items, which, properly adjusted one with the other, make up the + whole weapon. I think I need not refer again to the "sighting," + seeing that the Lewes system is abolished, and that the weapon + is now sighted up to 3,500 yards, "dead on," no matter what the + wind may be. With this remark, I have much pleasure in placing + the rifle in your hands (<i>gives him one</i>), at the same + time advising you, if called upon to use it in the heat of + action, to be prepared with the knowledge I have endeavoured to + impart to you to-day, and, above all things, to keep your head + cool. I don't think I have anything more to add, ATKINS. I have + made myself pretty clear?</p> + + <p><i>Tommy Atkins</i> (<i>with a grin</i>). 'Ees, Sir!</p> + + <p><i>Military Instructor</i>. And there is nothing more you + wish to ask me?</p> + + <p><i>Tommy Atkins</i> (<i>still grinning</i>). Noa, Sir!</p> + + <p><i>Military Instructor</i>. Ah! well then, good morning. I + trust you will find it, what they assure me it is,—a most + serviceable weapon.</p> + + <p><i>Tommy Atkins</i> (<i>saluting</i>). 'Ees, Sir!</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>Exit, still grinning as Act-Drop descends.</i></p> + </blockquote> + + <p>ACT II.—<i>The Scene represents a Field of Battle + (after the fight) in the immediate neighbourhood of London.</i> + TOMMY ATKINS <i>and the</i> Military Instructor <i>discovered + lying badly wounded amidst a heap of the slain. A European War + having broken out suddenly, from which the Country could not + escape, and the Fleet at the last moment, finding that it had + only half its proper supply of guns, and that the very few of + these which did not burst at the first shot had ammunition + provided for them that was two sizes too large, the Country is + invaded, while a Committee of Experts is still trying to settle + on a suitable cartridge for the new Magazine Rifle. The result + is, that after a couple of pitched battles, though in an + outburst of popular fury</i>, Mr. STANHOPE <i>is lynched by the + Mob to a lamp-post in Parliament Street, London capitulates, + and the French Commander-in-Chief, breakfasts, waited on by + the</i> LORD MAYOR, <i>in the Bank of England.</i></p> + + <p><i>Military Instructor</i> (<i>sitting up and rubbing his + eyes</i>). Dear me! we seem to have been beaten. That Rifle was + no good, after all. (<i>Recognising him.</i>) Halloa, + ATKINS!</p> + + <p><i>Tommy Atkins</i> (<i>with a grin</i>). 'Ees, Sir!</p> + + <p><i>Military Instructor</i>. You remember all I told you?</p> + + <p><i>Tommy Atkins</i> (<i>still grinning</i>). 'Ees, Sir!</p> + + <p><i>Military Instructor</i>. I'm afraid that wasn't such a + serviceable weapon, after all!</p> + + <p><i>Tommy Atkins</i> (<i>still grinning</i>). Noa, Sir!</p> + + <p><i>Military Instructor</i>. Dear me! Well, we had better get + out of this! By Jove! it looks like the last Act!</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>Mutually assist each other to rise and quit the + Battle-field, the</i> Military Instructor <i>threatening to + write to the "Times," and</i> TOMMY ATKINS <i>still + grinning as Curtain falls.</i></p> + </blockquote> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page124" + id="page124"></a>[pg 124]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:65%;"> + <a href="images/124.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/124.png" + alt="Sylvanus and Urbanus." /></a> + + <p><i>Sylvanus</i>. "FOXES ARE SCARCE IN MY COUNTRY; BUT WE + MANAGE IT WITH A DRAG NOW AND THEN!"</p> + + <p><i>Urbanus</i>. "OH—ER—YES. BUT HOW DO YOU + GET IT OVER THE FENCES?"</p> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>UNDER A CIVIL COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF.</h2> + + <blockquote class="note"> + <p>["What possible chance would Col. X., Member for + ——, feel that he had of fair play if he walked + into the Opposition side in a Division?"—<i>Evening + Paper</i>.]</p> + </blockquote> + + <blockquote> + <p>SCENE—<i>A Battle-field. Colonel X. discovered + apparently dying in the hour of victory.</i></p> + </blockquote> + + <p><i>Faithful Aide-de-Camp</i>. The enemy run, Sir! We have + beaten them off on every side!</p> + + <p><i>Colonel</i> (<i>faintly</i>). That is well! (<i>with a + sigh</i>) and yet my heart is heavy within me! Believe me, + SMITH, I cannot die easily.</p> + + <p><i>F.A.-de-C.</i> And yet the vacancy thus created would be + found a stimulus to promotion! Have you thought of that, + Sir?</p> + + <p><i>Col. X.</i> I have not forgotten it, SMITH, and as a + politician the idea is comforting. Ah, SMITH, would that I had + always done my duty in the House of Commons! But no, with a + view to obtaining this command, I voted against my convictions! + I supported the Government in their proposal to tax + perambulators! It was cruel, unmanly so to do, but I was weak + and foolish! And now I cannot die easily! Would that I could + live to repair the past.</p> + + <p><i>Opposition Whip</i> (<i>suddenly springing up from behind + a limber à la</i> HAWKSHAW <i>the Detective</i>). It is + <i>not</i> too late! Return with me to Westminster forthwith. + The Third Reading is down for to-night! With a special train we + shall be in time! You can yet record your vote!</p> + + <p><i>Col. X.</i> (<i>suddenly reviving</i>). Say you so? Then + I <i>will</i> recover! I <i>will</i> do my duty!</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>Exit, to vote against his Party, and to be put + permanently on the shelf, from a military point of + view!</i></p> + </blockquote> + <hr /> + + <h2>OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.</h2> + + <p>SIR EDWIN ARNOLD's paper on Japan, in <i>Scribner</i>, for + March, is interesting and also amusing. The Japanese seemed to + be a charming people; and the Japanese women delightful as + wives; but then they can be divorced for being talkative.</p> + + <p><i>A propos</i> of Japan, to judge from one of our LIKA + JOKO's capital illustrations of Hospital Nursing in <i>The + English Illustrated Magazine</i>, the Matron's room must be "an + illigant place, intoirely"; while as for amusement, if the + picture of a nurse giving a patient a cup of ink by mistake for + liquorice-water isn't a real good practical side-splitter, the + Baron would like to be informed what is? Then we come upon a + delightful little picture of "<i>The Pet of the Hospital</i>"; + and so she ought to be, for a prettier pet than this nursing + Sister it would be difficult to find. What becomes of her? Does + she marry a "Sawbones," or run off with a patient? Anyhow, she + must be a "great attraction," and if anything were to happen to + the Baron, and he couldn't be removed to his own palatial + residence, he would say, "Put me in a cab, drive me to the + Furniss Hospital, and let me be in Pretty Pet's Ward."</p> + + <p>The Baron has just been dipping into Mr. JUSTIN HUNTLY + McCARTHY's "Pages on Plays" in <i>The Gentleman's Magazine</i>. + JUSTIN HUNTLY expresses his opinion that "<i>The Dancing + Girl</i> will almost certainly be the play of the season; it + will probably be the principal play of the year." "Almost + certainly" and "probably" save the situation. The Baron backs + <i>The Idler</i> against <i>The Dancing Girl</i> for a run. In + the same Magazine Mr. ALBERT FLEMING has condensed into a short + story, called <i>Sally</i>, material that would have served + some authors for a three-volume novel.</p> + + <p>It is a pleasure for the Baron to be in perfect accord on + any one point with the Author of <i>Essays in Little</i>, and + in proportion to the number of the points so is the Baron's + pleasure intensified. Most intending readers of these Essays, + on taking up the book, would be less curious to ascertain what + ANDREW LANG has to say about HOMER and the study of Greek, + about THÉODORE BE BANVILLE, THOMAS HAYNES BAYLEY, the Sagas, + and even about KINGSLEY, than to read his opinions on DICKENS + and THACKERAY, placing DICKENS first as being the more popular. + The Baron recommends his friends, then, to read these Essays of + ANDREW's, beginning with THACKERAY, then DICKENS; do not, on + any account, omit the delightfully written and truly + appreciative article on CHARLES LEVER; after which, go as you + please, but finish with "<i>the last fashionable novel</i>," + wherein our M.A., in his Merriest-Andrewest mood, treats us to + an excellent parody.</p> + + <p>The Baron has appointed an extra Reader, and this + Extra-Ordinary Reader to the Baron has just entered upon the + discharge of his duties by reading <i>Monte Carlo, and How to + Do It</i>, by W.F. GOLDBERG, and G. CHAPLIN PIESSE (J.W. + ARROWSMITH). He reports in the following terms to his loved + Chief:—This book achieves the task of combining + extraordinary vulgarity with the flattest and most insipid + dulness—not a common dulness, but a dulness redolent of + low slang and dirty tap-rooms. The authors seem to plume + themselves on their marvellous success in reaching Monte Carlo, + which, with their usual sprightly facetiousness, they call + "Charley's Mount." They are good enough to tell such of the + travelling public as may want to get there, that the train + leaving Victoria at 8.40 A.M. reaches Dover at 10.35. + Stupendous! These two greenhorns took their snack on board the + steamer (Ugh!), instead of waiting until they reached Calais, + where there is the best restaurant on any known line. Instead + of going by the <i>Ceinture</i>, they drove across Paris. The + greenhorns arrive at Monte Carlo, and then settle on their + quarters. Anyone but an idiot would have settled all this, and + much more, beforehand. One gentlemanly greenhorn, who wishes us + to think that "<i>il connait son Paris</i>," talks of "suppers + of Bignon's" (which must be some entirely new dish), and + informs us that, "at the Hôtel de l'Athenée, the staff esteem + it rather a privilege, and a mark of their skill in language, + to grin and snigger when sworn at in English." Oh, sweet and + swearing British greenhorn! now I know why the French so + greatly love our countrymen. But why, oh why do you imagine + that you have discovered Monte Carlo? For the details of the + journey, and the instructions to future explorers, are set out + with a painful minuteness which not even STANLEY could rival. + As for Monaco, dear, restful, old-fashioned, picturesque + Monaco, whither the visitor climbs to escape from the glare and + noise of Monte Carlo, the greenhorn dismisses it scornfully, as + having "no interest." How much does this ten-per-center want? + He "waggles along the Condamine;" he mixes with many who are + "pebble-beached;" he speaks of his intimates as "Pa," "The + Coal-Shunter," "Ballyhooly," &c., and declares of the + French soldier that "the short service forty-eight-day men + don't have a very unkyperdoodlum time of it." There's wit for + you, there's elegance! Then he becomes Jeromeky-jeromistically + eloquent on the subject of fleas, throws in such lucid + expressions as "chin music," "gives him biff," "his craft is + thusly," and, altogether, proves himself and his + fellow-explorer to be a couple of the slangiest and most + foolish greenhorns who ever put pen to any sort of paper. I can + imagine the readers who enjoy their stuff. Dull, swaggering, + blatant, gin-absorbing, red-faced Cockneys, who masquerade as + sportsmen, and chatter oaths all day. "Ditto to you," says the + Baron to his Extra-Ordinary Reader, and backs his opinion with + his signature,</p> + + <p class="author">THE BARON DE BOOK-WORMS.</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page125" + id="page125"></a>[pg 125]</span> + + <h2>MORE IBSENITY!</h2> + + <div class="figleft" + style="width:20%;"> + <a href="images/125.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/125.png" + alt="" /></a> + </div> + + <p>Dear EDITOR,—Noticing that the author of <i>The Doll's + House</i> was to have another morning, or, to use an equally + suitable epithet, mourning performance devoted to his works, I + made up my mind, after bracing up my nerves, to attend it. The + 23rd of February (the date of the proposed function) as the + second Monday in Lent, seemed to me, too, distinctly + appropriate. By attending the performance—IBSEN + recommends self-execution—I sentenced myself to three + hours and a half of boredom, tempered with disgust. I cannot + help feeling that whatever my past may have been, the penance + paid to wipe it out was excessive, and therefore rendered it + unnecessary that I should attend a second performance announced + for last week.</p> + + <p><i>Rosmershölm</i> is in four Acts and one Scene—a + room in <i>Rosmer's</i> House. Act I. <i>Rector Kroll</i>, who + is the brother-in-law of <i>Pastor Rosmer</i>, calls upon the + latter, to ask him to edit a paper in the Conservative + interest. <i>Kroll</i> (who, by the way, is a married man) + before seeing the widower of his dead sister, has a mild + flirtation with <i>Rebecca West</i>, a female of a certain age, + who has taken up her abode for some years in the Rector's + house. And here I may observe that the Rector's housekeeper, + <i>Madame Helseth</i>, presumably a highly respectable person, + although she has excellent reasons, from the first, for + believing that the relations between her Master and + <i>Rebecca</i> are scarcely platonic, accepts the domestic + arrangements of the Rosmer <i>ménage</i> with hearty + acquiescence, not to say enthusiasm. <i>Rosmer</i> interrupts + the Rector's <i>tête-à-tête</i> with the fascinating + <i>Rebecca</i>, and declines the proffered editorship, because + he is a Radical, and an atheist. End of Act I.,—no action + to speak of, but a good deal of wordy twaddle. In Act II. we + learn that the late <i>Mrs. Rosmer</i> has committed suicide, + because she was informed that the apostate Pastor could only + save his villainy from exposure by giving immediately the + position of wife to her friend <i>Rebecca</i>. She has had this + tip on the most reliable authority,—it has been furnished + by <i>Rebecca</i> herself. Then the Pastor asks <i>Rebecca</i> + to marry him, but is refused, for no apparent reason, unless it + be that she has tired of her guilty passion. In Act III. + <i>Rebecca</i> admits to the widower and his brother-in-law + that she has deceived the deceased, and prepares to decamp. In + the final Act the apostate Pastor declares that he has been in + love with <i>Rebecca</i> from the first, loves her now, but is + not sure that she loves him. To set his mind at rest on this + point, will she do him a small favour? Will she be so good as + to jump into the mill-stream, and drown herself? With + pleasure—and she takes a header! He explains that + courtesy forbids him to keep a lady waiting, and follows her + example! So both are drowned, and all ends happily!</p> + + <p>And this is the plot! And what about the characters? + <i>Rebecca</i> is merely a hysterical old maid, who would have + been set right, in the time of the Tudors, with a sound + ducking; and nowadays, had she consulted a fashionable + physician, she would have been probably ordered a sea-voyage, + and a diet free from stimulants. The Pastor is a feeble, fickle + fool, who seemingly has had but one sensible idea in his life. + He has believed his wife to be mad, and, considering that she + married him, his faith in the matter rested upon evidence of an + entirely convincing nature. The <i>Rector Kroll</i> is a prig + and a bore of the first water. When he discovers + <i>Rebecca's</i> perfidy, he suggests that she may have + inherited her proneness for treachery from her + father—and, to her distressed astonishment, he gives the + name of a gentleman, not hitherto recognised by her as a + parent! The best line in the piece, to my mind—and it + certainly "went with a roar"—is a question of the + housekeeper—answered in the negative—"Have you ever + seen the Pastor laugh?" Laugh! with such surroundings! + Pretentious twaddle, that would be repulsively immoral were it + less idiotic. And <i>so</i> dull!</p> + + <p>As a theatre-goer for more than a quarter of a century, I + dislike undue severity, and am consequently glad to find my + opinion is shared by others. "SCRUTATOR," the Dramatic Critic + of <i>Truth</i>, wrote last week—"The few independent + persons who have sat out a play by IBSEN, be it <i>The Doll's + House</i>, or <i>The Pillars of Society</i>, or + <i>Rosmershölm</i>, have said to themselves. 'Put this stuff + before the playgoing public, risk it at an evening theatre, + remove your <i>claque</i>, exhaust your attendance of the + socialist and the sexless, and then see where your IBSEN will + be.' I have never known an audience that cared to pay to be + bored, and the over-vaunted <i>Rosmershölm</i> bored even the + Ibsenites." I only hope it did, for they deserve their + martyrdom! I believe that you personally, my dear Editor, have + never seen a dramatic performance of the "Master's" work. I + wish I could say as much, and I shall be surprised if you do + not appreciate the feeling, after you too have partaken of this + truly Lenten fare. Yours sincerely,</p> + + <p class="author">ONE WHO LIKES IBSEN—AT A DISTANCE.</p> + <hr /> + + <h2>STRIKING TIMES.</h2> + + <h3>NEW VERSION OF AN OLD STREET BALLAD.</h3> + + <h4>(<i>By a Labouring Elector.</i>)</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Cheer up, cheer up, you sons of toil, and listen to + my song.</p> + + <p>The times should much amuse you; you are up, and + going strong.</p> + + <p>The Working Men of England at length begin to + see</p> + + <p>That <i>their</i> parsnips for to butter now the + Parties all agree.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <center> + <i>Chorus.</i> + </center> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><i>It's high time that the Working Men should have + it their own way,</i></p> + + <p><i>And their prospect of obtaining it grows brighter + every day!</i></p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>This is the time for striking, lads; at least, it + strikes me so.</p> + + <p>Monopoly has had some knocks, and under it must + go.</p> + + <p>NORWOOD we licked; LIVESEY licked us; his was an + artful plan;</p> + + <p>But luck now turns. Ask JOHNNY BURNS, and also TOMMY + MANN!</p> + </div> + </div> + + <center> + <i>Chorus</i>—It's high time, &c. + </center> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>It isn't "Agitators" now, but Parties and + M.P.'s,</p> + + <p>Who swear we ought to have our way, and do as we + darn please.</p> + + <p>Upon my word it's proper fun! A man should love his + neighbour;</p> + + <p>Yet Whigs hate Tories, Tories Whigs; but oh! they + <i>all</i> love <i>Labour</i>!</p> + </div> + </div> + + <center> + <i>Chorus</i>—It's high time, &c. + </center> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>There's artful JOEY CHAMBERLAIN, he <i>looks</i> as + hard as nails,</p> + + <p>But when he wants to butter <i>us</i>, the Dorset + never fails;</p> + + <p>He lays it on so soft and slab, not to say thick and + messy.</p> + + <p>He <i>couldn't</i> flummerify us more were each of + us a JESSE!</p> + </div> + </div> + + <center> + <i>Chorus</i>—It's high time, &c. + </center> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Then roystering RANDOM takes his turn; <i>his</i> + treacle's pretty thick;</p> + + <p><i>He</i> gives the Tories the straight + tip,—and don't they take it—quick?</p> + + <p>And now, by Jove, it's comical!—where + <i>will</i> the fashion end?—</p> + + <p>There's PARNELL ups and poses as the genuine + Labourer's Friend!</p> + </div> + </div> + + <center> + <i>Chorus</i>—It's high time, &c. + </center> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Comrades, it makes me chortle. The Election's + drawing nigh,</p> + + <p>And Eight Hours' Bills, or anything, they'll + <i>promise</i> for to try.</p> + + <p>They'll spout and start Commissions; but, O mighty + Labouring Host,</p> + + <p>Mind your eye, and keep it on them, or they'll have + you all on toast!</p> + </div> + </div> + + <center> + <i>Chorus.</i> + </center> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><i>It's high time that the Working Men should have + it their own way.</i></p> + + <p><i>They'll strain their throats,—you mind your + votes, and you may find it pay!</i></p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>WILDE FLOWERS.</h2> + + <p>Some other fellow, in the <i>P.M.G.</i>, has been beforehand + with us in spotting "A Preface to <i>Dorian Gray</i>," by our + OSCAR WILDE-r than ever, in this month's <i>Fortnightly. Dorian + Gray</i> was published some considerable time ago, so it + belongs to ancient history, and now, after this lapse of time, + out comes the preface. And this "preface" occupies the better + part, I use this expression in all courtesy, of two pages; + which two pages represent a literary flowerbed, where rows of + bright asterisks are planted between lines of brilliant + aphorisms. The rule of the arrangement seems to be.—"when + in doubt, plant asterisks." <i>Sic itur ad astra.</i> The + garden is open to all, let us cull; here one and there one. + "<i>To reveal Art and conceal the Artist, is Art's aim.</i>" Is + there not in this the scent of "<i>Ars est celare artem</i>"? + "Art" includes "the Artist," of course. Then "<i>Puris omnia + pura</i>" is to be found in two other full-blown aphorisms, if + I mistake not. St. PAUL's advice to TIMOTHY is engrafted on to + the stalk of another aphorism. "Why lug in TIMOTHY?" Well, to + "adapt" Scripture to one's purpose is not to quote it. <i>Vade + retro!</i> Do we not recognise something familiar in "<i>When + Critics disagree the Artist is in accord with himself?</i>"</p> + + <p>But after it is all done, and the little flower-show is + over, then arises the despairing cry of our own cherished + OSCAR. It is in the <i>Last of the Aphorisms</i>; after which, + exhausted, he can only sign his name, fling away the + goose-quill, and then sink back in his luxurious arm-chair + exhausted with the mental efforts of years concentrated into + the work of one short hour. Ah! "<i>La plupart des livres d'à + présent ont l'air d'avoir été faits en un jour avec des livres + lus de la veille.</i>" Ask Messrs. ROCHEFOUCAULD, CHAMFORT, + RIVAROL, and JEAN MORLÉ. "<i>Ai! Ai! Papai! Papai!</i> + Phillaloo! Murther in Irish!" Let us be natural, or shut up + shop. Yet there is a chance,—to be supernatural. The + great Pan is dead, so there is a seat vacant among the gods, + open to any aspirant for immortality. "<i>All Art is quite + useless!</i>" cries OSCAR WILDE-ly. And has it come to this? + "Is this the Hend?" Yes, this is his last word—for the + present. Pan is dead! <i>Vive</i> Pannikin!</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page126" + id="page126"></a>[pg 126]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/126.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/126.png" + alt="'CES AUTRES.'" /></a> + + <h3>"CES AUTRES."</h3>(HEARD AT CHURCH-PARADE.) + + <p><i>Captain Bergamot</i>. "ARE ANY OF YOUR BROTHERS IN + THE SERVICE, MISS DE BULLION?"</p> + + <p><i>Miss de Bullion</i>. "YES; ONE IN THE GUARDS, + AND—A—" (<i>with disgust</i>)—"THE REST + IN THE COMMON ARMY, YOU KNOW."</p> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>"ADVANCE, AUSTRALIA!"</h2> + + <h3>A SONG OF SYMPATHY.</h3> + + <h4>(<i>Some Way after a celebrated Boating Song.</i>)</h4> + + <blockquote class="note"> + <p>["Sir HENRY PARKES concluded by declaring that if the + Colonies continued separate they must become hostile + communities, and, in order that they might prevent that, it + was for the whole people to join in creating one great + Union Government."—REUTER.]</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>Mr. LEO BRITANNICUS, <i>an Old Blue, and a sympathetic + on-looker, loquitur</i>:—</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Capital boating weather!</p> + + <p class="i2">Ay, and a favouring breeze!</p> + + <p>Oars upon the feather!</p> + + <p class="i2">Sun of the Southern Seas!</p> + + <p>Brave boys! Swing together,</p> + + <p class="i2">Your bodies between your knees!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Pheugh! How old memory rushes</p> + + <p class="i2">Over me!—Pulled indeed!</p> + + <p>Though LEO seldom gushes,</p> + + <p class="i2">And these be of LEO's breed,</p> + + <p>The blood of an Old Blue flushes</p> + + <p class="i2">At the Young Blues' power and speed!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Coach them, or patronise them?</p> + + <p class="i2">Nay, I've no call for that.</p> + + <p>To cheer them, not to advise them,</p> + + <p class="i2">I'm on this path,—that's pat!</p> + + <p>Affection admiringly eyes them:—</p> + + <p class="i2">Once in a boat I sat!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Pulled my weight at a pinch,</p> + + <p class="i2">For odds cared never a "cuss;"</p> + + <p>No stern-chase caused me to flinch,</p> + + <p class="i2">But—always detested fuss.</p> + + <p>Strain the last ounce, and inch!</p> + + <p class="i2">Races are won, boys, <i>thus</i>!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Look a most likely lot,</p> + + <p class="i2">Lionlets lithe and young.</p> + + <p>Pace? They will make it hot.</p> + + <p class="i2">Few can have feathered and swung</p> + + <p>Better. Tall talk is rot;</p> + + <p class="i2">But, hang it! I <i>must</i> give + tongue!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>There's "Queensland" and "New South Wales,"</p> + + <p class="i2">"Australia South" and "West,"</p> + + <p>"Victoria,"—each one scales</p> + + <p class="i2">Good weight, and with girth of chest;</p> + + <p>"New Zealand's" zeal prevails,</p> + + <p class="i2">He'll swing in time with the rest.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The hero born of Thetis</p> + + <p class="i2">Had pluck enow. What then?</p> + + <p>Each hero here, whose meat is</p> + + <p class="i2">"Hard steak and harder hen,"</p> + + <p>As stalwart and as fleet is</p> + + <p class="i2">As the Greek first of men!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Stroke" sets it long and steady;</p> + + <p class="i2"><i>That</i> gladdens a true Old Blue.</p> + + <p>There's nothing hot and heady</p> + + <p class="i2">In sturdy Number Two.</p> + + <p>There are coxens sharp and ready</p> + + <p class="i2">In the Land of the Kangaroo!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Go it, lads! Swing together!</p> + + <p class="i2">Push elders from their stools?</p> + + <p>Pooh! <i>I</i> shall moult no feather;</p> + + <p class="i2">Old boys are not always old fools.</p> + + <p>Out upon jealous blether!</p> + + <p class="i2">You've learnt in the best of schools.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I want to see you win, lads;</p> + + <p class="i2">Old LEO loves his cubs.</p> + + <p>If cynics growl or grin, lads,</p> + + <p class="i2">We'll drive them back to their tubs.</p> + + <p>Do you think my blood's so thin, lads,</p> + + <p class="i2">I'd diet upon cold snubs?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The cynics think they're clever;</p> + + <p class="i2">Beshrew their big bow-wow!</p> + + <p>Boys, swing together ever,</p> + + <p class="i2">Steady from stroke to bow;</p> + + <p>One chain shall sever never—</p> + + <p class="i2">The love-links round us now!</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h3>WHAT'S IN A NAME?</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Will someone gifted with the <i>nous</i>,</p> + + <p>Explain the "why" of Spinning House?</p> + + <p>Is it to strike with wholesome fear</p> + + <p>The thoughtless Maiden whose career</p> + + <p>Looks like a sinning one?</p> + + <p>And thus the Judge her conscience wakes,</p> + + <p>Since he, when passing sentence, takes</p> + + <p>Good care to name a <i>Spinning</i> one?</p> + + <p>Or is it that in such a habitation,</p> + + <p>Herself a spinster more at home might feel;</p> + + <p>And in a Spinning House find occupation,</p> + + <p>Provided with a decent spinning-wheel;</p> + + <p>But there,—no matter whence it came,</p> + + <p>Or what's the meaning hidden in its name,</p> + + <p>About its destination there's no fear;</p> + + <p>And judging from a noted recent case,</p> + + <p>The Spinning House will,—it is pretty + clear,—</p> + + <p>Itself be soon sent spinning into space.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <p>"Is a husband worth having?" asks <i>Woman</i>. One reply + would be, "Well, that depends on whose husband it is." But, by + the way, this view was not under consideration.</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page127" + id="page127"></a>[pg 127]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/127.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/127.png" + alt="'ADVANCE, AUSTRALIA!'" /></a> + + <h3>"ADVANCE, AUSTRALIA!"</h3>BRITISH LION. "BRAVO, + BOYS!—SWING TOGETHER!!" + </div> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page129" + id="page129"></a>[pg 129]</span> + + <h2>A WILD WELCOME.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>February's reign of gloom</p> + + <p class="i2">Out of mind and sight is,</p> + + <p>Noonday darkness of the tomb,</p> + + <p class="i2">Carbon and bronchitis.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Though the air is keen and chill,</p> + + <p class="i2">Cloudy though the skies are,</p> + + <p>Buoyant breaths our bosoms fill,</p> + + <p class="i2">Free from smart our eyes are.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Bursting on the lengthening day</p> + + <p class="i2">Bellows March the Viking,</p> + + <p>"I have blown the fogs away;</p> + + <p class="i2">Is this to your liking?"</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Yes, thy voice o'er moor and mead</p> + + <p class="i2">Sets the spirits bounding,</p> + + <p>Like the Major's chartered steed</p> + + <p class="i2">At the trumpet's sounding.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Welcome, roaring moon of dust,</p> + + <p class="i2">Welcome, Spring's reviver;</p> + + <p>On the race again we must</p> + + <p class="i2">Risk the wonted fiver;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Fields are showing brighter green,</p> + + <p class="i2">Early buds are shooting;</p> + + <p>On the early youth is seen</p> + + <p class="i2">The new season's suiting.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Long it is since sparrows shrill</p> + + <p class="i2">With their chirping woke us;</p> + + <p>There is one with busy bill</p> + + <p class="i2">Worrying a crocus.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>How they love the flow'r of spring—</p> + + <p class="i2">Never can resist it;</p> + + <p>What a graceful little thing—</p> + + <p class="i2">Bother, I have miss'd it!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Now the wind along the plain</p> + + <p class="i2">Comes with roar and clatter—</p> + + <p>There, my hat is off again!</p> + + <p class="i2">Let it go—no matter.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>What am I, to say thee nay</p> + + <p class="i2">In thy rudest phases?</p> + + <p>Blow my Sunday hat away.</p> + + <p class="i2">Blow my hat to blazes.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>'Tis but little we can do</p> + + <p class="i2">For thy bounty's measure—</p> + + <p>Sacrifice a hat or two?</p> + + <p class="i2">Forty hats, with pleasure.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>KENSINGTON GARDENS SMALL TALK.</h2> + + <h4><i>From the Railway Improvement Phrase-Book.</i></h4> + + <p>That Nursery-maid with the three children and the + perambulator will certainly get run over by the train if she + stands there gossiping with the man in the signal-box.</p> + + <p>That is the nineteenth horse that has run away and thrown + its rider this morning, frightened by the smoke of the passing + engine.</p> + + <p>So it is not, after all, a tornado that has swept across the + Gardens, and rooted up all these trees, but merely the firm + that has taken the contract for the making of the new line.</p> + + <p>Yes, there is no doubt that this wooden fence, stretching + right across the Gardens, relieved by overseers' moveable + hatch-houses, puffing steam-cranes, and processions of + mud-carts, rather interfere with the beauty and tranquillity of + the place, but one must really bear in mind <i>that it is, + after all, only to last for live years.</i></p> + + <p>Ha! I thought so! There go the whole of the water-fowl under + that luggage-train.</p> + + <p>It is true, the Gardens are ruined, but one must not forget + the inestimable advantage to the shareholders of the public + being able to get from Paddington to Chelsea in a tunnel for + twopence.</p> + <hr /> + + <p>QUERY FOR NEXT ELECTION.—No man has a vote until he + has attained his majority. How about some districts where they + are nearly all Miners?</p> + <hr /> + + <h2>MEN WHO HAVE TAKEN ME IN—TO DINNER.</h2> + + <h4>(<i>By a Dinner-Belle.</i>)</h4> + + <h4>No. II.—DON JUAN SENIOR.</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>To share with men the prandial gloom</p> + + <p class="i2">Of union forced that fatal custom</p> + + <p>Decrees to wither "youth and bloom,"</p> + + <p class="i2">(The phrase is from <i>Sohrab and + Rustum</i>)</p> + + <p>I've suffered boredom to the full;</p> + + <p class="i2">Professors dull—of Hindostani!</p> + + <p>Dull wits, dull statesmen, dandies dull—</p> + + <p class="i2">He wasn't dull—was Don + GIOVANNI.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>A widower <i>fêted</i> far and wide,</p> + + <p class="i2">The jauntiest Rake who drinks the + waters,</p> + + <p>Smartest of "smart" vulgarians, pride</p> + + <p class="i2">And terror of his decent daughters;</p> + + <p><i>Old</i> Don GIOVANNI, fraught with warm</p> + + <p class="i2">Flirtations, free to fling his cash + on</p> + + <p>The dining Duchess, "mould of form!"</p> + + <p class="i2">Antique, good-looking "glass of + fashion."</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="figright" + style="width:33%;"> + <a href="images/129.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/129.png" + alt="" /></a> + </div> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>He gossiped how the Viscount bets</p> + + <p class="i2">(Some heiress he must really "pick + up"),</p> + + <p>How noble dames smoke cigarettes</p> + + <p class="i2">And noble heels in ballets kick up.</p> + + <p>How "H.R.H."—<i>n'importe!</i> my friend</p> + + <p class="i2">Experience shows me that the + <i>laches</i></p> + + <p>Of such as air these letters tend</p> + + <p class="i2">In the direction of their "H"'s.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>He chatted next of German Spas,</p> + + <p class="i2">Of Continental, English "P.B.'s,"</p> + + <p>And how our matchmaking Mammas</p> + + <p class="i2">Are scared by Transatlantic Hebes,</p> + + <p>How he with Royalties had graced</p> + + <p class="i2">The latest function—genial + patrons—</p> + + <p>While Beauty, perched on barrows, raced</p> + + <p class="i2">Before the virtuous British matrons.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And then his compliments began</p> + + <p class="i2">To rain like drops of Frangipanni,</p> + + <p>A most insinuating man</p> + + <p class="i2">He was, this ancient DON GIOVANNI.</p> + + <p>You felt, if you could half believe,</p> + + <p class="i2">You'd but to word a whim to find it,</p> + + <p>You quite forgot he owned a sleeve,</p> + + <p class="i2">And several teeth to laugh behind it.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>There may be kindness, lofty souls,</p> + + <p class="i2">Great Brains, and whatso ne'er grows + older,</p> + + <p><i>Him</i> the Material controls:</p> + + <p class="i2">He shrugs a sleek, good-natured + shoulder.</p> + + <p>Time scatters dalliance, joy, and joke;</p> + + <p class="i2">Your choicest vintage passes; e'en + your</p> + + <p>Supreme tobacco ends in smoke—</p> + + <p class="i2">And so will poor DON JUAN, Senior.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <p>MRS. MALAPROP is much puzzled at the announcement that it is + proposed to construct a new Tubercular Railway between England + and France.</p> + <hr /> + + <h3>SONGS BY A CYNIC.</h3> + + <h4>LOVE.</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>What's Love, and all that Love can bring,</p> + + <p class="i2">Youth's earliest illusion:</p> + + <p>What tender words <i>she</i> used to sing,</p> + + <p class="i2">And blush with sweet confusion.</p> + + <p>How you would hang upon each word,</p> + + <p class="i2">When under spells of Cupid;</p> + + <p>When half she said was most absurd,</p> + + <p class="i2">And all extremely stupid.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>You loved her for her hair of gold.</p> + + <p class="i2">Unwitting that she dyed it;</p> + + <p>She vowed her love could ne'er grow cold,</p> + + <p class="i2">Though Time had never tried it.</p> + + <p>Your worship came to such a pass,</p> + + <p class="i2">That, when you calmly view it,</p> + + <p>You feel you were an utter ass,</p> + + <p class="i2">Though then you never knew it.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>What happened? Why, the usual thing:</p> + + <p class="i2">While round her you would linger,</p> + + <p>Her love was fragile as the ring</p> + + <p class="i2">You bought to grace her finger.</p> + + <p>She went off with another man,</p> + + <p class="i2">And so you had to sever:</p> + + <p>Thus women since the world began</p> + + <p class="i2">Have done, and will do ever.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h3>REVELATIONS OF A REVELLER.</h3> + + <p>I revelled at the Albert Hall, which last week was given up + to a festival called "<i>The Coming Race</i>." I was there at + the opening on Thursday, the 5th, when Princess BEATRICE, + attended by her husband, Prince HENRY of Battenberg, declared + the Bazaar open. A gay and festive scene. Here, there, and + everywhere, Egyptian houses made of cardboard, containing + stalls full of the most useful articles imaginable. On the + daïs, a number of sweet-faced ladies presenting purses + (containing £3 3<i>s.</i> and upwards) to the Princess, who + received them with an affability which won the hearts of all + beholders. On the floor of the building was a gaily-dressed + throng, which included many a distinguished person. The revelry + continued for three days, and was, I trust, the means of + obtaining funds for a charity which, no doubt, is most + deserving of support. And here, I may say, I revelled so much + at the Albert Hall, that I had no desire to revel anywhere + else.</p> + <hr /> + + <h3>FÊTE OR FATE?</h3> + + <h4>OR, HOPPERS IN COVENT GARDEN, MARCH 4TH.</h4> + + <h4>(<i>By Mr. Punch's Own Impressionist.</i>)</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Lights and bouquets—flush and flare—</p> + + <p>Motley medley—splash affair—</p> + + <p>Deft disguises—flute and fife—</p> + + <p>Half the world without his wife—</p> + + <p>Dominos, and masks, and faces—</p> + + <p>Graces three—and three Disgraces.</p> + + <p>Jacks-in-boxes—tambour-majors—</p> + + <p>Janes in office—ancient stagers—</p> + + <p>REYNOLDS' Duchess—Shepherdesses;</p> + + <p>(Burlington) Arcadian tresses—</p> + + <p>Primrose damsels,—clowns and + follies,—</p> + + <p>Organ-grinders—Flemish dollies—</p> + + <p>Macaronis, rather muddy,</p> + + <p>Of the central stud a study—</p> + + <p>England's mashers, Afric's dark sons—</p> + + <p>NATHAN's stock-in-trade and CLARKSON's—</p> + + <p>All costumes not apt the back to,</p> + + <p>Some of them inclined to crack too—</p> + + <p>Martyred revellers in upper</p> + + <p>Rooms, and singing for their supper.</p> + + <p>Bright confusion—many a mad hunt—</p> + + <p>Five o'clock—<i>and wish I hadn't.</i></p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <p>SOMETHING MARVELLOUS IN THE NINETEENTH + CENTURY.—Revival of <i>Charles the First</i>!!! (at the + Lyceum).</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page130" + id="page130"></a>[pg 130]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/130.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/130.png" + alt="Arthur Golfour." /></a> + + <h3>ALL-ROUND POLITICIANS. No. 2.—ARTHUR + GOLFOUR.</h3> + </div> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page131" + id="page131"></a>[pg 131]</span> + + <h3>MR. JONATHAN AND MISS CANADA.</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"What are you doing, my pretty Maid?"</p> + + <p>"I'm coming from voting, Sir," she said.</p> + + <p>"May I question you, my pretty Maid?"</p> + + <p>"Yes, if you please, kind Sir," she said.</p> + + <p>"Who is your father, my pretty Maid?"</p> + + <p>"JOHN BULL is my father, Sir," she said.</p> + + <p>"And what is your fortune, my pretty Maid?"</p> + + <p>"My race is my fortune, Sir," she said.</p> + + <p>"Then I can't annex you, my pretty Maid!"</p> + + <p>"Nobody axed you, Sir!" she said.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <p>GIVING A LODGER NOTICE TO QUIT.—<i>Mr. Punch</i>, + Perpetual Universal Grand Past, Present, and Future Master, + congratulates H.R.H., Grand Master of English Freemasons, on + his plucky and straightforward action with regard to the G.M. + of Otago and Southland, New Zealand, who, having contravened + the resolution of Grand Lodge, March 6, 1878, may now exclaim, + in bitterness of spirit, "O for a Lodge in some great + Wilderness!" "for," says in effect, H.R.H., G.M., as the once + frequently quoted Somebody observed to a person whose name was + <i>not</i> Dr. FERGUSON, "you don't lodge here!"</p> + <hr /> + + <p>RECIPROCITY.—"MACE," in <i>The Illustrated London + News</i>, says, sweepingly:—"No Under-Secretary ever has + any opinion of his own." Perhaps that is why the Public seldom + has any opinion of an Under-Secretary!</p> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:60%;"> + <a href="images/131-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/131-1.png" + alt="AMERICAN 'COPYRIGHT BILL.'" /></a> + + <h3>AMERICAN "COPYRIGHT BILL" IN A NEW PART.</h3> + + <h4>"DIE, VILLAIN!"</h4>"The extinction of literary piracy + in America has been decreed."—<i>Times Leader, March + 5.</i> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.</h2> + + <h4>EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.</h4> + + <p><i>House of Commons, Monday, March 2.</i>—Navy + Estimates on to-night. Millions of money to be voted, and only + fourteen Members present. One, it is true, is HARCOURT; so + perhaps the most accurate enumeration of the aggregate would be + fifteen.</p> + + <p>"<i>Que diable allait-il faire dans ce</i> jolly-boat?" + GEORGE HAMILTON asks, pausing for a moment in his incessant + occupation of tearing up strips of paper to glance across table + at portly figure reclining on Front Opposition Bench. Several + Admirals and Captains have spoken. Members generally have fled + the burning deck. Even OLD MORALITY's sense of duty to his + Queen and Country cannot restrain his flight; but CASABIANCA + HARCOURT still remains. A little provoking for the Old Salts + descanting on Naval affairs to observe smile of pitying + toleration with which he listens. Doesn't <i>say</i> they're + all wrong, but smiles it. Even the voice of the Reverberating + COLOMB falters when, glancing round the great gaps of empty + Benches opposite, his eye falls on HARCOURT.</p> + + <p>"Sir, I repeat," he said, quite angrily, though no one had + contradicted him, "that during the period that has elapsed + since commencement of the present reign, the revenue of the + United Kingdom has increased only one-and-a-half times, while + that of the outlying Empire has multiplied five-fold."</p> + + <p>General admission that HARCOURT is a master in nearly every + department of human knowledge. Up to to-night fondly thought + that at least he knew nothing about the Navy. But he does; + knows more than Admiral FIELD, or Admiral MAYNE, or even + Colonel GOURLEY. Presently rose and delivered slashing speech, + laying low the Reverberating COLOMB as if he had been set up in + the Place Vendôme; reviewing the British Fleet in masterly + style; nimbly running up the mainmast and sighting Jerusalem + and Madagascar, to the absolute confounding of the First Lord + of the Admiralty.</p> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:19%;"> + <a href="images/131-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/131-2.png" + alt="Kerans." /></a>Something more than his full + height. + </div> + + <p>"Well," said KERANS, drawing himself up to something more + than his full height, "that's the most remarkable exhibition I + ever heard, even from HARCOURT. We've nothing like it on our + side. HOWORTH knows a thing or two, and HANBURY isn't lacking + in accomplishment; but for versatility, for profundity of + knowledge, for readiness of grasp, whether the object be a + lawyer's brief, a Chancellor of the Exchequer's ledger, the + hilt of a sword, or the tiller of a ship, give me + HARCOURT."</p> + + <p><i>Business done</i>.—Committee on the Navy + Estimates.</p> + + <p><i>Tuesday</i>.—WOLMER asked OLD MORALITY what about + the Fog? Couldn't something be done to lighten it, say by + appointment of Royal Commission? OLD MORALITY beamed across + House upon his young friend with expression of almost paternal + solicitude. WOLMER is Whip of the allied force. What did he + mean by suddenly springing this question on the First Lord of + the Treasury? Was there more in it than met the eye? Had it + something to do, however obscurely, with the maintenance of the + Union?</p> + + <p>CHAMBERLAIN sat on the Front Bench opposite, staring + straight into space with Sphynx-like countenance. HARTINGTON, + with hat cunningly tipped over eyes, hid what secret may have + lain far in their pellucid depths. HENRY JAMES became suddenly + absorbed in the brown gaiters he has recently added to the + graces of his personal appearance, in pathetic admission that + the natural charms of youth are at length fading.</p> + + <p>Nothing to be gained by the inspection. If the cause of the + Union really was at stake, the springs of motive were hidden + behind the smiling countenance of the Machiavellian WOLMER. The + only thing to do, and it is quite foreign to the habits of OLD + MORALITY, was to meet guile with guile. WOLMER's question, + plain enough as it appeared in print on the prosaic Orders, + was, "Will Her Majesty's Ministers consider the advisability of + appointing a Royal Commission to examine and report how far the + evil of Fog is one that may be mitigated by legislation?"</p> + + <p>"Sir," said OLD MORALITY, rising to the occasion, "I have to + assure my Noble Friend that Her Majesty's Government are, in + common with other inhabitants of the Metropolis, extremely + sensible of the serious injury, disturbance, and hardship + inflicted by the increasing prevalence of fog. What, it may be + asked, is the cause of the London fog? These fogs, which occur + generally in the winter time, are occasioned thus: some current + of air, being suddenly cooled, descends into the warm streets, + forcing back the smoke in a mass towards the earth. But, my + Noble Friend might ask, why are there not fogs every night? I + will tell him, for this is a matter in which Her Majesty's + Government have nothing to hide, or, I may add, to conceal. Our + wish is to meet the convenience of Hon. Gentlemen in whatever + part of the House they sit. Fogs—this I have no + hesitation in stating—do not supervene without + intermission on successive nights, because the air will always + hold in solution a certain quantity of vapour which varies + according to its temperature, and when the air is not + saturated, it may be cooled without parting with its vapour. + Yes, I know. My Right Hon. Friend, the Member + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page132" + id="page132"></a>[pg 132]</span> for West Birmingham, with + his usual acumen—which I am sure we all + recognise—asks me, In what circumstances do fogs occur + at night? I am much obliged to him for reminding me of the + point. Fogs happen at night, when the air has been saturated + with vapour during the day. When this is the case, it + deposits some of its superabundant moisture in the form + known in rural districts—as my Hon. Friend, the Member + for the Bordesley Division, is well aware—as dew. In + the Metropolis it is more familiar as fog. This process of + deposition commences as soon as the capacity of the air for + holding vapour is lessened by the coldness of advancing + night. I think I have now answered the question of my Noble + Friend fully, and, I trust, frankly. He will, I am sure, + upon consideration, see that this is not a matter with which + a Royal Commission could be expected successfully to cope, + and, therefore, I may add, Her Majesty's Government do not, + after full consideration of their duty to the QUEEN and + Country, think it desirable to adopt the suggestion thrown + out by my Noble Friend."</p> + + <div class="figleft" + style="width:25%;"> + <a href="images/132-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/132-1.png" + alt="Bramston Beach." /></a>Feeling his Way through + the Fog. + </div> + + <p>BRAMSTON BEACH's face during this subtle discourse a study; + remained very quiet for rest of sitting; told me at ten minutes + to eleven he thought he was beginning to grasp OLD MORALITY's + meaning. "Yes," he added, with more cheerfulness, "I'm feeling + my way through the fog."</p> + + <p><i>Business done</i>.—STANSFELD's Franchise Resolution + negatived by 291 Votes against 189.</p> + + <p><i>Thursday</i>.—In Lords to-night, three white + figures fluttered down gently on to red Benches, like virgin + flakes of snow. But, unlike snow, they didn't melt. On close + examination, turned out to be three new Bishops; two of them + old friends, with new titles.</p> + + <p>"Like <i>Bottom</i>, translated," BRAMWELL growls.</p> + + <p>Dr. MAGEE, walking out Bishop of Peterborough, comes back + Archbishop of York. The ceremony of their installation not + nearly so comic as that of ordinary Peers of Parliament. Garter + King-at-Arms does not appear; nor Black Rod; nor is there any + game of Follow-my-leader round the Benches.</p> + + <p>"No, no," said the MARKISS, who Mr. G. quite unjustly says + has no strain of reverence in his disposition, "that would + never do. Must be careful with our Bishops."</p> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:30%;"> + <a href="images/132-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/132-2.png" + alt="The Inflammable Liquor Bill." /></a>The + Inflammable Liquor Bill. + </div> + + <p>So the three new-comers, having paid their respects to the + LORD-CHANCELLOR, straightway took their seats on the Episcopal + Bench, folded their hands over their surpliced knees, and lent + an added air of peace and purity to the precincts.</p> + + <p>DENMAN bustling about, weighed down with cares of State. Had + promised to bring into Lords ATKINSON's Muffin-Bell Bill, + limiting duration of Speeches. But Bill stuck in the Commons, + whilst ATKINSON turned his attention to his Dowagers Bill.</p> + + <p>"ATKINSON's a good fellow," said DENMAN. "Have sometimes + thought an alliance between him and me, a sort of coalition + between two estates of the realm, might work great things. But + I'm beginning to lose confidence in him. At certain periods of + the lunar month he's too comprehensive in his legislative + ambition. Why wasn't he content with his Muffin-Bell Bill? Why + drag in the Dowager? These Dowagers, dear TOBY, have, if I may + say so—using the phrase strictly in Parliamentary + sense—got their arms round the neck of my friend + ATKINSON, and will pull him down. It's a pity, for I think, + between us, we could have put things straight generally."</p> + + <p><i>Business done</i>.—Navy Estimates in Commons.</p> + + <p><i>Friday</i>.—PHILIPPE EGALITÉ very rarely troubles + House with ordered speech. A good deal on his mind looking + after JACOBY, and keeping the Party straight. But his silence + doesn't arise from incapacity to speak. This shown to-night in + his speech on Railway Rates and Charges. Full of good matter, + admirably delivered. After this, Dr. CLARK proposed to discuss + Home Rule; but House didn't seem to care about it particularly. + So at Half-past Eight was Counted Out. This was the chief + <i>Business done</i>.</p> + <hr /> + + <h3>THE FINE YOUNG GERMAN EMPEROR.</h3> + + <h4>(<i>A New Song to an Old Tune.</i>)</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I'll sing to you a brand new song, made by a modern + pate,</p> + + <p>Of a fine young German Emperor, an Oracle of + State,</p> + + <p>Who kept up his autocracy at the bountiful old + rate,</p> + + <p>With the aid of Socialism for the poor men at his + gate;</p> + + <p class="i6">This fine young German Emperor, all of + the modern time.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>His ancestors had "kept their fingers on the pulse + of time"</p> + + <p>(He said), and he'd do ditto in a fashion more + sublime;</p> + + <p>For, as BACON said of Nature, he who'd rule her must + obey.</p> + + <p>And that with modern "tendency," is the new imperial + way,</p> + + <p class="i6">Of this fine young German Emperor, + &c.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>He'd "mastered the new Spirit," which (how kind!) + "he'd not oppose."</p> + + <p>Social reform or Education <i>he</i>'d not treat as + foes,</p> + + <p>But keep step with the "Tendencies" which else might + trip his toes,</p> + + <p>And thus he'd "head the movement," and would lead it + (by the nose?),</p> + + <p class="i6">This fine young German Emperor, + &c.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Now surely this is better far than all the old + parade</p> + + <p>Of tyranny in mufti, and of greed in masquerade;</p> + + <p>And of this young German Emperor, whatever may be + said,</p> + + <p>Or of his new vagaries, you'll allow <i>he knows his + trade</i>,</p> + + <p class="i6">Does this fine young German Emperor, + &c.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>There were some who did not like it,—there are + always such, one knows,</p> + + <p>Who Ancient Order patronise, and Modern Style + oppose.</p> + + <p>Particularly one Old Man, who plainly did not + see</p> + + <p>Laying down his long-held power, and submitting + tranquilly</p> + + <p class="i6">To this fine young German Emperor, + &c.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><i>He</i> was no CINCINNATUS, and he did not love + the plough,</p> + + <p>So he talked, inspired the Papers, and, in fact, + roused lots of row.</p> + + <p>For this man of Blood and Iron, when thus laid upon + the shelf,</p> + + <p>Found that long control of others did <i>not</i> + mean control of self,</p> + + <p class="i6"><i>Or</i> this fine young German Emperor, + &c.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Then this fine young German Emperor, who aims to + lead the dance,</p> + + <p>Has a very trying <i>vis-à-vis</i>, that fractious + dame, <i>La France</i>,</p> + + <p>To keep step with that lady, without treading on her + train,</p> + + <p>Would tax Terpsichore herself; <i>he</i> finds the + effort vain;</p> + + <p class="i6">Does this fine young German Emperor, + &c.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>So this fine young German Emperor has got a stiffish + task,</p> + + <p>That all his strength will occupy, and all his tact + will task.</p> + + <p>Let us wish him patriot wisdom, <i>and</i> respect + for Elder Fame,</p> + + <p>And then he'll give his country peace, and leave a + noble name,</p> + + <p class="i6">This fine young German Emperor, all of + the modern time!</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h3>A ROUGH CROSSING.</h3> + + <p>That military-looking gentleman, with his arm in a sling, + and his head covered with bandages, has, I suppose, just + returned from fighting the Dacoits in Upper Burmah?</p> + + <p>I certainly <i>am</i> surprised when you inform me that he + has only tried to cross a London street in a fog.</p> + + <p>Do you really mean to say that the vehicle that just + thundered past at twenty miles an hour, in the mist, was + <i>not</i> a fire-engine, but only a covered Van?</p> + + <p>Yes, I believe it <i>is</i> a fact that special beds in all + the Hospitals are now reserved for Van-victims.</p> + + <p>Of course it is difficult for a man in the Van to look to + the Rear; still he need not swoop down on pedestrians quite so + much like a highwayman, saying, "Your collar-bone or your + life!"</p> + + <p>If things go on as they are now doing, every covered Van + will have to carry its own Surgeon and ambulance about with + it.</p> + + <p>What is that crowd for, and why is somebody shouting + angrily? Oh, I suppose the old gentleman, who has been run over + by the Coal-waggon and is lying bleeding on the asphalte, is + remonstrating with the driver?</p> + + <p>What? Can it really be the case that the driver is abusing + the old gentleman for his stupidity in getting in his way?</p> + + <p>I <i>have</i> heard that the Insurance Companies now insert + in their policies a condition forbidding the crossing of any + street in London, except under police escort.</p> + + <p>And, finally, as nearly six thousand persons were run down + in the streets of the Capital last year, is it not almost time + that something were done to check the Van Mazeppa-Juggernaut in + his wild career?</p> + <hr /> + + <p>NOTICE.—Rejected Communications or Contributions, + whether MS., Printed Matter, Drawings, or Pictures of any + description, will in no case be returned, not even when + accompanied by a Stamped and Addressed Envelope, Cover, or + Wrapper. 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