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Strong for the right, and strong in the light, strong still in
his tongue ; And peers shall go down before him, though the “feller" is
not young: Welcome him back, my brothers, from the North land far
away, Soon shall we liberty see, brothers, when Willy has won the day.
JAMES G. MEAGIER. The Weekly Disparih, September 14, 1884.
And so he soon resolved to do the same
“I think I'll homewarı sail,”
Scraps, August 1884.
KEEPING TERM AFTER COMMEMORATION.
(Not by A.-T., Esq.)
Of meditations started
For happy men departed.
So stumbling down the staircase ;
Think mine a very rare case.
Along the lonely river,
But I seem here for ever.
I feel in lunar plirenzy,
My exit from B. N. C.
To cheer me with an ice-treat,
My diaphragm make quiver,
But I seem here for ever.
Poke eyes with envy yellow,
And here and there a fellow.
Her squalling baby nursing,
My eyes” and “limbers shiver,"
BRASENOSE COLLEGE, Oxford. College L'hymis, 1870.
AFTER TENNYSON'S “GRANDMOTHER." And Willy, with Franchise horn, is gone to blow in the
North ! Sturdy, though white, and strong on his legs, bravely hold
ing forth; And Willy's wise is with him—she ever was true and wise, Always a wise for Willy-he often takes her advice. l'or madame, you see, is clever ; she loves her Franchise
Bill, And he can talk so reacy, and manage the Scots with skill. Pretty enough, very pretty! I won't say against it for one. Eh ! but my Lords shall fear him—when Willy his task has
done. Willy, my beauty, my chieftain true, the flower of the flock, Never a lord can move him, for Willy stands like a roch. Ile has always a word for the weak, for crofter and fellaheen There ne'er was his like in the land, since Eightcen-thirty
THE MAIDEN'S LAMENT. Afler Tennyson (ani a long way after, too). With many a care my life's beset,
My charms are growing mellow, And I have not secured as yet
An eligible fellow.
I sing, I play, and through the dance
I skim like any swallow ; The ladies look at me askance,
And say I'm vain and shallow, I chatter, chatter as I go,
And some pronounce me clever. But the men that come they're awfully slow, And pop the question nei'er, never.
Pop the question never, never,
Pop the question never.
My hopeless fate bewailing ;
Of youth and beauty failing.
To distant lands I'd travel ;
One evening on the gravel,
But word of love came never.
Some take leave for ever, ever,
I strive by many cunning plots,
Their feelings to discover,
Present to backward lover ;
I deck my shining tresses,
And sport becoming dresses,
I'll gain their favour never.
I'm stuck fast for ever, ever,
I'm stuck fast for ever. The Harborne Parish Church Bazaar News (Birmingham), September 26, 1874.
“Till last by Barking Creek I go,
A thick, pestiserous river ;
But I smell on for ever !
I coat with slime my pebbles ; The mud I leave on winter days
The summer drought soon Irelles. “ With many a stench the air I hill,
With many an odour setid ; And epidemics I distil
Throughout the dog-days heated. “I churn contagion as I go,
A foul, filth-sodden river ;
But I smell on for ever !
With here a dead cat floating,
With sickness whilst they're boating. " And Water Companies extract
My water as I travel,
But banks of mud and gravel.
And list to reason never, Whilst Londoners are talking, I
Shall just flow off for ever !
In all my urban reaches ;
Are now too dry for leeches. “ I ruin lawns and grassy plots
By foul deposits spreading ;
From Twickenham to Reading.
Amongst my oozy shallows; I so pollute the atmosphere
It quite knocks-up the swallows. “I grow each season more impure,
As every one's remarking ; I am an open running sewer
From Teddington to Barking. “ And so upon my course I go,
A foul, pestiferous river,
Truth, July 31, 1884.
Flow down, old river, to the sea,
Thy tribute-muck deliver !
Punch, August 23, 1884.
OUR RIVER (A TENNYSONIAN IDYLL).
OLD FATHER THAMES, loy. ««•I come from haunts of coot and hern,'
From ’neath green serns I sally ; But into me they quickly turn
The sewage of my valley! • By fifty sewer mouths I pass
My surface black with midges ; And bubbles huge of sewage gas
Float down beneath my bridges. “When first I babble o'er the lea,
As crystal clear I chatter ;
With foul organic matter.
THE (NORTH) BROCK,
(Some Way Afler Tennyson). 'Tis an ill wind thus blows me out,
From home I must be sailing, Whilst here the rest will chase, no doubt,
The grouse with zest unfailing.
I'm sent to watch by Nile's swift flow.
Confound that ancient river ! M.P.'s may come, M.P.'s may go ; Must I toil on for ever ?
Punch, August 16, 1884.
PEERS, IDLE PEERS. “ The House of Lords sat last night somewhat less than a quarter of an hour, during which no business was done."
PEERS, idle Peers, I know not what they do.
Punch, March 7, 1868.
her warrior dead. (General Hill fell in the battle before Petersburg, and was the last man buried with military honours on the eve of the evacuation).
LAY the stern old warrior down,
Deeply in his narrow bell,
Ere the foeman o'er him tread.
Hoary warriors weeping said,
Foremost where his country bled.”
Soldiers sternly round him mourned :
Glorious when the battle burned."
This of all his toil the crown :
Falling by the fallen town.
Spahe a chiestain often proved :
EXETER COLL., Oxford. College Rhymes, 1865 (J. and G. Shrimpton, Oxford).
“Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea ;
The cloud may stoop from Heaven and take the shape,
With fold to sold, of mountain or of cape; But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
Ask me no more.
TENNYSON (The Frincess).
She nor moved, nor uttered cry,
“Won't he get it by-and-bye.”
Called him “ Jolly dog,” “ old boy !"
Yet she showed nor grief, nor joy.
Up to where her father slept,
Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Placed it empty on her knee,
“Not one sixpence left for me !" l'agrant Leares, Part 1, October, 1866. (A clever little illustrated magazine, of which only three numbers were issued ; they are now exceedingly scarce).
TO AN IMPORTUNATE HOST. (During Dinner, and after Tennyson). Ask me no more : I've had enough Chablis ;
The wine may come again, and take the shape,
From glass to glass, of “ Mountain " or of “Cape;" But, my dear boy, when I have answered thee,
Ask me no more.
I love not pickled pork nor partridge pie ;
I feel if I took whisky I should die !
Ask me no more.
And I have striven against you all in vain.
Ilome the “ worrier comes! We read
All his words, nor uttered sigh ; But the Tories, sneering, said,
“ He must talk or he would die.” Then we praised his speeches long,
Called them worthy to be heardBrilliant thoughts and language strong ;
Still the Tories cried, “ Absurd !"
"The Charge of the Light Brigade" is still one of the most popular of Tennyson's poems, in spite of its many faults, and defective construction. Some of its lines are, indeed, ridiculous, whilst many are ungrammatical, but the metre is pleasing, and the words have the ring of the battle about them. Tennyson, however, can claim no credit for these merits, having boldly appropriated them from Michael Drayton's poem on the Battle of Agincourt, in which the following lines occur :· They now to
ght are gone,
To hear was to wonder ;
Thunder to thunder.” Several parodies of “ The Charge of the Light Brigade" remain to be quoted, in addition to those already given; indeed, this poem appears to possess a peculiar attraction for imitators.
Conceited without a doubt,
Amongst the two hundred.
Whilst Horncastle wondered !
Misled by Forbes Winslow,
Cheers from two hundred.
Listened and wondered.
From Light's special envoy.
Of the two hundred.
How he enlightened us !
THE CHARGE OF THE COURT BRIGADE.
The following parody was written on the occasion of a lecture on “ Light" having been given in Horncastle by the late Dr. H. G. Ward :
THE “LIGHT” CAVALIER'S CHARGE.
Half a score,
As on the dais
Listened and wondered !
Half a yard onward,
Pressed the Four Hundred. Forward—the Fair Brigade !
On to the Throne, they said: On to the Presence Room Crushed the Four Hundred.
II. Forward, the Fair Brigade ! Was there a girl dismayed ? E'en though the chaperons knew
Some one had blundered. Theirs not to make complaint, Theirs not to sink or faini, Theirs --- but words cannot paint Half the discomfiture
Of the Four Hundred.
Stumbled and blundered :
Passed the Four Hundred.
Stormed at with jeer and yell,
Ilow the force wondered ;
Funny Folks, December 25, 1875.
CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.
(A! the Alexandra Palace Banquet, given to the survivors
of the Ballle of Balaclava, on October 25, 1875).
O'er trains sore-sundered:-
Stumbled and blundered -
Both sorely wondered.
Sat down and wondered.
Punch, May 30, 1874.
PAYING sight! Left and right, Crowds pressing onward, Sharp Alexandra Board Dines the Two Hundred ! “Free passes grant them all !" Veterans, short and tallSharp Alexandra Board(Profits will not be small) Dines the Two Hundred ! “Go it, the Light Brigade !" Toast-Master, sore dismayed, Queered by those heroes' chaff, Boggled and blundered. Theirs not to speechify, Still less to make reply ; Theirs but to drain all dry,– Into the drinkables Walked the Two Hundred ! Bottles to right of them, Bottles to left of them, Bottles in front of them, While the band thundered; They knew no Captain Cork” Boldly they went to work, After the eatables Fell to their knife and fork,Thirsty Two Hundred ! À La Russe might surprise, Still they knew joints and pies, Clearing the dishes there, Relevi's and entries, while Scared waiters wondered ; Then, plunged in 'bacca smoke, Glasses and pipes they broke(omrades long sundere, Big with old iarh and joke, Gleefully met againJolly Two Hundred ! Trophies to right of them, Trophies to left of them, CARDIGAN'S charger's headl, Piously sundered ! Back they reeleil, from the spread, Straight as they could, to bedThey that had dined so wellNothing to pay per headHappy Two Hundred !
THE BATTLE OF BARTLEMY'S. Snowballs to right of them, Snowballs to lest of them, Snowballs in front of them,
Shattered and sundered.
Volleyed and thundereil.
llooted and peltel.