WALTER HAMILTON,
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Fellow of the Royal Geographical and Royal Historical Societies; Author of “A History of National Anthems and Patriotic Songs,” “A Memoir of George Cruikshank” “The Poets Laureate of England,” “The Æsthetic Movement in England,” etc.
“We maintain that, far from converting virtue into a paradox, and degrading truth by ridicule, Parody will only strike at what is chimerical and false; it is not a piece of buffoonery so much as a critical exposition. What do we parody but the absurdities of writers, who frequently make their heroes act against nature, common-sense, and truth? After all, it is the public, not we, who are the authors of these Parodies.”
D’Israeli’s Curiosities of Literature.
VOLUME III.
CONTAINING PARODIES OF
LORD BYRON. SCOTCH SONGS.
SIR WALTER SCOTT. ROBERT SOUTHEY.
CHARLES KINGSLEY. THOMAS CAMPBELL.
THE POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.
Miss C. FANSHAWE. THOMAS MOORE.
A. C. SWINBURNE. ROBERT BURNS.
Mrs. FELICIA HEMANS. OLIVER GOLDSMITH.
REEVES & TURNER, 196, STRAND, LONDON, W.C. 1886.
All these things here collected are not mine, But divers grapes make but one kind of wine; So I from many learned authors took The various matters written in this book; What’s not mine own shall not by me be fathered, The most part I, in many years, have gathered.
John Taylor, the Water Poet.
“It was because Homer was the most popular poet, that he was most susceptible of the playful honours of the Greek parodist; unless the prototype is familiar to us, a parody is nothing.”
Isaac D’Israeli.
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INDEX.

The authors of the original poems are arranged in alphabetical order; the titles of the original poems are printed in small capitals, followed by the Parodies, the authors of which are named, in italics, wherever possible.
A Chapter on Parodies
By Isaac D’Israeli 1
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The Poetry of the “Anti-Jacobin.”
A List of Parodies contained in “The Anti-Jacobin” 181
La Sainte Guillotine, Song; The Progress of Man, after Mr. R. Payne Knight; Chevy Chase; The Loves of the Triangles, after Dr. Darwin; Brissot’s Ghost, after Glover’s Ballad; Ode to Jacobinism, after Gray’s Hymn to Adversity; The Jacobin, after Southey’s Sapphics; Ode to a Jacobin, after Suckling.
The Rovers — George Canning 181
The University of Gottingen 182
A New Gottingen Ballad, Morning Herald, 1802 182
The Constitutional Association, William Hone 183
The University we’ve got in town, R. H. Barham 183
The Universal Penny Postage, 1840 184
The Humorous M.P. for Nottingham, Fun, 1867 185
The Union Oxoniensis, the Shotover Papers 185
The Oxford Installation Ode, Diogenes, 1853 186
The Universal Prayer of Paddington, Punch, 1882 186
The University at Nottingham, Punch 1882 186
The Hor-Ticultural Society (Cambridge, 1830) 280
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Robert Burns.
Bruce’s Address to his Army —
“Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled.” 1793 48
“Gulls who’ve heard what Hobhouse said” 49
“Britons who have often bled!” 49
“Folks who’ve oft at Dolby’s fed!” The Fancy 49
“Whigs! who have with Michael dined!” 49
“Whigs whom Fox and Petty led,” John Bull, 1823 49
“Scots, wha hae the duties paid,” Robert Gilfillan 50
“Cooks, who’d roast a sucking-pig,” Punch 50
“Bunn! wha hae wi’ Wallace sped,” The Man in the Moon 50
“Jews — as every one has read,” The Puppet Show, 1848 51
“Guards! who at Smolensko fled,” W. E. Aytoun 51
“Britons! at your country’s call” 51
Wing-Kee-Fum’s address to the Patriot Army, Diogenes, 1853 51
“Travellers, who’ve so oft been bled,” Diogenes 52
“Ye, whose chins have often bled,” Diogenes 52
“Serfs, wha hae wi’ Kut’soff bled!” Diogenes 52
“A’ wha hae wi’ Russell sped,” W. Lothian 52
“Scots! wha are on oatmeal fed,” They are Five, 53
“Scott, wha ha’ your Jumbo fed,” Punch, 1882, 53
“Friends, by Whig retrenchment bled,” Poetry for the Poor, 1884 53
“Men by wise example led,” Songs for Liberal Electors, 1885 53
“Scots! although in New York bred,” Funny Folks, 1877 67
“Scots, wha won’t for Wallace bleed,” Shirley Brooks, 1865 107
Address to the De’il—
Address to the G. O. M., Moonshine, 1885 106
John Anderson, my Jo 54
“Jane Barnaby, my dear Jane,” John Jones, 1831 54
“George Anderson, my Geo., George,” Punch 55
“My bonny Meg, my Jo, Meg” 55
“When Nature first began, Jean” 55
“Joe Chamberlain, my Jo, John,” Punch, 1886 55
“John Alcohol, my foe, John,” Home Tidings 107
“Joe Chamberlain, my Joe, Sir,” Punch, 1885 56-69
“John Barleycorn, my foe, John,” Charles F. Adams 69
“Joe Chamberlain, our Joe, lad,” Funny Folks, 1885 69
“Ted Henderson, my Jo, Ted,” Moonshine, 1886 108
For a’ that and a’ that 56
Quoi! Pauvre honnête, baisser la tête, Father Prout 56
“A man’s a man,” says Robert Burns 57
“Dear Freedom! sair they’ve lightlied thee” The Wreath of Freedom. 1820 57
“Success to honest usury.” Diogenes, 1853 57
“More luck to honest poverty,” Shirley Brooks 106
“Is there a lady in all the land?” Once a Week 57
“Is there a Jingo, proud and high?” Punch, 1878 58
“Is there, for princely opulence?” Fun, 1879 58
“Is there, for double U. E. G.?” Funny Folks 58
Sir Arthur Guinness and a Peerage 58
“Is there for Whig and Tory men?” John Stuart Blackie, Alma Mater, 1885 59
Political Parody in Funny Folks, March 14, 1885 67
A new song to an old tune, Sir Walter Scott, 1814 67
To Women of the Period 67
Coming through the Rye 59
“Tak cauler water I” 59
“Gin’ a nursey meet a bobby,” Judy, 1879 60
Parody in Funny Folks, 1879 66
“If a Proctor meet a body,” Lays of Modern Oxford. 1874 106
Duncan Gray 60
“Oor Tam has joined the Templars noo.” Rev. R. S. Bowie 108
“Sam Sumph cam’ here for Greek” John Stuart Blackie, Alma Mater, 1885 60
The Whigs of Auld Lang Syne, Punch, 1865 61
Sir M. Hicks Beach on Auld Acquaintance, Truth 61
“We twa hae dune a little Bill,” Punch, 1848 66
Paraphrase of Auld Lang Syne, Comic Offering 66
Should Gaelic speech be e’er forgot? 107
Green Grow the Rashes 61
Life in Malvern. Malvern Punch, 1865 61
“Hey, for Social Science, O!” Lord Neaves 61
“There’s nought but talk on every han’,” Punch 109
Holy Willie’s Prayer, Newcastle Weekly Chronicle 62
The Fishers’ Welcome, Doubleday. “We twa ha’ fished the Kale sae clear” 63
To Burns, Joseph Blacket, 1811 64
Tam o’ Shanter—
Origin of the Poem 64
The Political Tam o’ Shanter, Punch, 1884 65
“Here’s a Health to Them that’s Awa’ 66 ii
“Here’s a health to the ladies at home,” The Mirror, 1828 66
“Willie Brew’d a Peck of Maut,” Punch, 1884 66
“Thus Willie, Rab, and Allan sang” 107
“O, never touch the drunkard’s cup” 108
The Ballad of Sir Tea-Leaf, Punch, 1851 68
My Heart’s in the Highlands 68
“My harts in the Highlands,” Punch, 1856 68
“O, whistle, and I will arrest you, my lad” 68
“Lilt your Johnnie”—A nonsense Parody, George Cruikshank’s Almanac, 1846 69
Justice to Scotland—A nonsense Parody, Shirley Brooks 70
“Greet na mair, ma sonsie lassie,” a Nonsense Parody. Judy, 1884 70
A history of the Burns Festival at the Crystal Palace, January 25, 1859 70
Prize Poem in honour of Burns, Isa Craig 70
Rival Rhymes in honour of Burns, Samuel Lover 70
Gang wi’ me to Lixmaleerie 70
Poems on Burns, William Cadenhead, 1885 71
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Lord Byron.
The First Kiss of Love 190
The Maiden I love, P. F. T., 190
Well! Thou art Happy 190
To Mary. Phœbe Carey’s Poems and Parodies, 1854 191
Maid of Athens, 1810 191
Anticipation in “The Monthly Mirror,” 1799. “I conjure thee to love me, Sophia” 191
Polka mou sas Agapo, Punch, 1844 191
Pay, oh! Pay us what you owe, Punch, 1847 192
Man of Mammon, e’er we part 192
People’s William! do not start, Truth, 1877 193
Maid of Athens! ere we start, Punch, 1878 193
Maid of Clapham! ere I part, Jon Duan 193
Made of Something! ere we part, Free Press Flashes, 1882 193
Made of Something! (Zoedone) Punch, 1880 194
Calf’s Heart, “Maid of all work, as a part,” 194
Madame Rachel! ere we smash, Judy, 1868 194
Unkind Missis! e’er the day, Grins and Groans 194
Maid of Ganges! thou that art, The Etonian, 1884 195
Maid of all work! we must part 195
Joe, my Joseph! ere we part, St. James’s Gazette, 195
I would I were a Careless Child. 195
The old Fogey’s Lament, Funny Folks 196
Napoleon’s Farewell 196
The Bohemian’s Farewell, Worthy a Crown? 1876 196
The spell is broken, Judy 1880 196
War Song of the Radical Philhellene, The Saturday Review, 1886 197
Enigma on the Letter H. (Ascribed to Byron.)
“’Twas whispered in Heaven” 197
“I dwells in the Herth,” Henry Mayhew 197
The Letter H. his petition, and a reply 197
The Petition of the Letter W. to Londoners, and a reply, 198
A Riddle on the letter U 278
Lord Byron’s Address, spoken at the opening of Drury Lane Theatre, October, 1812 198
Cui Bono? from the Rejected Addresses, H. and J. Smith 199
The Genuine Rejected Addresses 201
The Destruction of Sennacherib.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold 201
The Destruction of the Aldermen, Punch, 1841 201
Sir Robert came down on the Corn Laws so bold, 201
The Russian came down like a thief in the night, 202
The Blizzard came down like a thousand of brick, 202
The Belgravians came down on the Queen in her hold, Jon Duan 202
Miss Pussy jumped down, Don Diego 202
The Diplomats came like a wolf on the fold, Truth 203
The Yankee came down with long Fred on his back, Punch, 1881 203
All the papers came down (on melting the Statue of the Duke of Wellington), Truth 203
The Tories came forth in their pride, Alick Sinclair, The Weekly Dispatch, 1884 203
The Premier came down to the House as of old, C. Renz, The Weekly Dispatch. 1886 203
Great Gladstone came down his new Bill to unfold, F. B. Doveton, 1886 204
“Dan O’Connell came down,” The Spirit of the Age Newspaper, 1828 209
Belasco came down like a bruiser so bold 279
To Thomas Moore—
“My boat is on the Shore” 208
“My cab is at the door.” The National Omnibus 208
“My cab is at the door,” Punch, 1846 208
“My boat has run ashore,” Punch, 1875 208
A Farewell to Jenny Lind, Punch, 1848 210
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage—
“Adieu, adieu! my native shore” 209
“Adieu, adieu! place once so sure,” 209
“Adoo! adoo! my fav’rite scheme,” Punch, 1846 209
There was a sound of revelry by night 209
There was a sound that ceased not (on the Railway Panic), Our Iron Roads, F. S. Williams 210
Waterloo at Astley’s Theatre, Cruikshank’s Comic Almanack, 1846 210
The Battle of the Opera, Punch 1849 210
There was a sound of orat’ry by night 210
There was a clash of Billiard balls, A. H. Smith 211
Stop; for your tread is on a Poet’s dust! (on Henry Irving as Othello), Figaro, 1876 211
London’s Inferno, Truth, 1884 212
Childe Snobson’s Pilgrimage, Punch, 1842 212
Childe Chappie’s Pilgrimage, by E. J. Milliken 212
Darkness—
“I had a dream, which was not all a dream” 204
“I had a hat—it was not all a hat” 204
“I had a dream” (On Smoking) The Spirit of the Age, 1828 204
’Tis time this Heart should be Unmoved 205
’Tis time that I should be removed, Punch’s Pocket Book, 1856 205
Lord Byron’s Marriage 205
Fare thee Well!
Yes, farewell; farewell for ever 206
And fare Thee well, too—if, for ever 207
Fare thee well! Lyrics and Lays, 1867 207
Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Article on Byron 207
The Un-true Story, dedicated to Mrs. Stowe “Know ye the land where the Novelists blurt all,” Walter Parke, Punch and Judy, 1870 208
To Inez. “Nay, smile not at my garments now,” Phœbe Carey 213
“I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs” 213
Venice Unpreserved, Punch, 1851 214
Practical Venice, Punch, 1882 214
“Roll on thou drunk and dark blue peeler” 214
There is pleasure in a cask of wood, Hugh Cayley 214
Arcades Ambo, C. S. Calverley, Fly Leaves, 1878 214
Beer, C. S. Calverley 215
The Guerilla, James Hogg, The Poetic Mirror 215
The Last Canto of Childe Harold 215
The Giaour— iii
“He who hath bent him o’er the dead” 215
“He that hath gazed upon this head,” The Gownsman, 1830 216
“He that hath bent him o’er a goose,” The Gossip, 1821 216
“He who hath bent him o’er the bed,” Beauty and the Beast, 1843 216
“He that don’t always bend his head, Punch, 1847 216
“He who hath looked with aching head” 216
The Bride of Abydos—
Know ye the Land? 217
Know’st thou the land? Thomas Carlyle 217
Know ye the land where the leaf of the myrtle? 217
Know ye the town of the turkey and turtle? 217
Know ye the house in which Vestris and Nisbett? 217
Know’st thou the land where the kangaroos bound? 217
Know ye the house where the Whigs and the Tories? Punch 1842 217
Where ye the scene where the clerks and the tailors? Punch, 1844 218
Know ye the loss of the beautiful turtles? 218
Know ye the land where the hot toast and muffin? 218
Know ye the town where policemen and navvies? 218
Know ye the stream where the cesspool and sewer? 218
Know’st thou the spot where the venison and turtle? Diogenes, 1853 218
Know ye the Inn where the laurel and Myrtle? 219
Know’st thou the land (of Greece)? Shirley Brooks, 1854 219
Know you the lady who does’nt like turtle? Shirley Brooks, 1856 219
Know ye the land of molasses and rum? 219
Know ye the Hall where the birch and the myrtle? 220
O, know you the land where the cheese tree grows? 220
Know’st thou the land where the hardy green thistle? An Address to Lord Byron 220
Know ye the land where the novelists blurt all? Walter Parke 1870 208
Know ye the place where they press and they hurtle? Jon Duan, 1874 220
Is it where the cabbage grows so fast? 221
Know ye the land of reeds and of rushes? 221
They stood upon his nose’s bridge of size. Lays of Modern Oxford, 1874 221
Prisoner of Chillon.—Snowed up 228
Sublime Tobacco! which from East to West 279
Sublime Potatoes; that from Antrim’s shore 279
Cabul, September, 1879. In imitation of the Siege of Corinth. The World, 1879 221
The Civic Mazeppa, Punch, 1844 221
Mazeppa Travestied. 1820 279
Don Juan—
“Bob Southey! you’re a poet” 222
“Ben Dizzy! you’re a humbug,” Jon Duan 222
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece 222
The Isle of Eels! the Isle of Eels, Punch, 1844 223
The Smiles of Peace, Shirley Brooks, 1856 223
The Wines of Greece, Punch, 1865 224
The Ills of Greece Punch, 1879 224
The Claims of Greece, G. A. Sala 224
The aisles of Rome, Jon Duan, 1874 224
The Isles decrease, Faust and Phisto, 1876 225
The Claims of Greece, Punch, 1881 225
The Town of Nice, Herman Merivale, 1883 225
The Smiles of Peace, Funny Folks, 1885 225
The Liberal Seats, Pall Mall Gazette, 1886 226
The Fields of Tothill; a Fragment 49
The Childe’s Pilgrimage, W. F. Deacon 226
“Without one lingering look he leaves,” Lays of Modern Oxford. 1874 227
Miscellaneous Parodies of Lord Byron’s Poems 228
Don Juan Unread (1819), Dr. W. Maginn (A Parody of Wordsworth’s “Yarrow Unvisited”) 229
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Thomas Campbell.
Lord Ullin’s Daughter 21
Sir Robert’s Bill. Protectionist Parodies 21
John Thompson’s Daughter, Phœbe Carey, 1854 22
Lambeth Ferry 22
The New Lord Ullin’s Daughter 23
“In London when the funds are low,” Coronation Lays, 1831 113
“To London ’ere the sun is low,” Hyde Parker 112
Hohenlinden 23
Bannockburn, Archie Aliquis, 1825 23
The Battle of Peas-Hill, from The Gradus ad Cantabrigiam, 1824 23
Jenny-Linden, Punch, 1847 23
The Bal-Masqué at Crockford’s—The Man in the Moon 25
Row-in-London, The Puppet Show, 1848 25
The Battle of the Boulevard, W. E. Aytoun 25
Hohen-London, Punch, 1851 26
Swindon Station 26
Hotel Swindling, Diogenes, 1853 26
The Battle of Bull-Run 27
“At Seacliff, when the time passed slow,” College Rhymes, 1861, L. E. S 27
“At Belton, ere the twilight grew” 27
“At Oxford when my funds were low,” Lays of Modern Oxford, 1874 27
At Prince’s when the sun is low, 1876 28
The Tay Bridge Disaster, F. B. Doveton, 1880 28
“In Erin where the Praties grow,” J. M. Lowry 28
Hohenlinden, Latin translations of 28
The Tay Bridge Disaster, J. F. Baird 43
” ” ” ” L. Beck 43
The Lawn Tennis Match, F. B. Doveton 47
The Soldier’s Dream 29
“We were wet as the deuce,” Punch 1853 29
The Boat Race: “We had stripped off our coats,” Lays of Modern Oxford, 1874 29
The Tory Premier’s Dream, Funny Folks, 1880 29
The Fatal Gallopade, The Comic Magazine, 1834 30
Lochiel’s Warning 30
1879, its glory and its shame. Prize Poem. The World. 1880, Goymour Cuthbert
“Old year, old year, I’m glad of the day” 30
“Chieftain, O, Chieftain, lament for the year” 31
“Old women! old women! prepare for the day,” J. H. Wheeler 31
“O, Cecil! O, Cecil! beware of the day,” James Robinson, 31
“O, Salisbury, Salisbury, beware of the day,” Albert Otley 32
“O, Tories! O, Tories! beware of the day” 32
The Student’s Warning, 1838 45
Ye Mariners of England 32
Ye Kite-flyers of Scotland, Thomas Love Peacock 32
Young gentlemen of England, Punch, 1844 33
Ye Peasantry of England, Punch, 1845 33
Ye Constables of London, Puppet Show, 1848 34
Ye Ship builders of England, Punch, 1849 34
Ye Subalterns in England Punch, 1854 34
Ye Clergymen of England, Punch, 1856 35
March, March, Make-rags of Borrowdale, T. L. Peacock 33
You rustic maids of England, Punch, 1857 35 iv
Ye Commoners of England, Echoes from the Clubs, 1867 35
You sneaking Skunks of England, Lyrics and Lays, 1867 35
Ye Gentlemen of Ireland, Punch, 1870 36
Ye Scavengers of England, Punch, 1880 36
Ye Milliners of England, Hugh Cayley, 1883 36
Ye Mariners of England (Torpedo Terrors) 37
Ye Infantry of England, Punch 37
Ye Gentlemen of England, Truth, 1884 37
Ye Mariners of England (and Mr. J. Chamberlain) Funny Folks, 1884 38
” ” ” ” Punch 1884 38
” ” ” ” Globe, 1885 39
Ye Radicals of Brumm’gem, 1884 39
Ye Gentlemen of England (Cricket Match) 39
Ye Shopkeepers of London, Truth, 1884 40
Ye Ministers of England, Truth, 1879 40
You faithful Muggletonians, 40
Ye Mariners of England (on Chinese Sailors) 47
The Maid’s Remonstrance—
The Bench of Bishops. James Turner 40
Randolph’s Remonstrance to Sir Stafford. H. L. Brickel 40
Britannia’s Remonstrance. J. A. Elliott 40
Staffy’s Remonstrance. Gossamer 41
The Exile of Erin 41
Parody from Figaro in London, May, 1833 41
Mitchell in Norfolk Island, The Puppet Show, 1848 42
The Ex-premier’s Visit to Erin, 1877 42
Ireland’s Distress, Captain Walford 42
” ” Miss E. Chamberlayne 42
The Sorrows of Ireland. Rejected Odes, 181 47
Ye Mariners of England (as sung by Lord Ellenborough), Punch, 1846 110
You Managers of Railways, Punch, 1847 110
Ye Husbandmen of Scotland 110
Ye Liberals of England, Funny Folks, 1880 111
“There came to the beach a poor landlord of Erin,” M. O’Brien. The Irish Fireside, 1886 111
Battle of the Baltic 43
Battle of the Balls. The University Snowdrop. 44
Stanzas on a Late Battle ” ” 45
The Burning of the Play House (Covent Garden.) Shirley Brooks 45
“Of Scotia and the North.” Rival Rhymes, 1859 47
The Escape of the Aldermen. Punch, 1845 111
The Last Man—
The Last Growler. Punch, 1885 46
The Last Duke. Punch, 1846 109
The Last Man in Town. Funny Folks, 1878 109
The Massacre of Glenho. Puck on Pegasus 46
The Pleasures of Hope. 47
Campbell, undone and outdone. Joseph G. Dalton 47
Portrait of Campbell. Maclise Portrait Gallery 47
Lines on Campbell. Dr. W. Maginn 47
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Miss Catherine Fanshawe.
The Enigma on the Letter H 197
A Parody on the above—Henry Mayhew 197
The Letter H’s Petition and a Reply 197
Petition of the letter W, and reply 198
An Enigma on the letter U. The Gownsman, 1830 278
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Dr. Oliver Goldsmith.
When lovely Woman stoops to folly 3
“Lorsqu’une femme,” Ségur 3
“When woman,” as Goldsmith declares, Barham 3
When Harry Brougham turns a Tory. Punch, 1844 3
When lovely woman wants a favour. Phœbe Carey 3
When lovely woman, prone to folly. Punch, 1854 3
When lovely woman stoops. Diogenes, 1853 4
When lovely woman, hooped in folly. Punch, 1857 4
When lovely woman, lump of folly. S. Brooks 4
When managers have stooped to folly. Fun, 1866 4
When lovely woman takes to lollies. Grasshopper. 4
When lovely woman, still a maiden. Kottabos. 4
When lovely woman stoops to fashion. 4
When lovely woman takes to rinking 4
When lovely woman reads Le Follet. Figaro, 1873 4
When foolish man consents to marry 4
When lovely woman, once so jolly 5
When lovely woman finds that breaches 5
When lovely woman’s melancholy. Fun, 1885 5
When lovely woman longs to marry 5
When stupid Odger stoops to folly. Judy 5
When foolish woman stoops to fashion. 1882 5
When man, less faithful than the colley. Judy. 5
If lovely woman seeks to enter. Gossip, 1885 5
When lovely woman pines in folly—1885 5
When lovely woman stoops to Foli 5
When a grave Speaker stoops to folly 17
An Elegy on the death of a Mad Dog 6
An Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize 6
Le Fameux la Galisse, by Gilles de Ménage, 1729 6
The Happy Man. The Mirror, 1823 8
Le Chanson de La Palice, by Bernard de la Monnoye 8
John Smith, he was a guardsman bold. The Comic Magazine, 1834 9
There was a man, so legends say. Tom Hood 10
An Elegy on Mrs. Grimes. The Century Magazine 10
Description of an Author’s Bed Chamber 10
The Street Artist. The Month, 1851 10
The Deserted Village 10
The Doomed Village 10
The Deserted Village (London). The Tomahawk 11
London in September. Lord John Russell 12
Innovation. Anthony Pasquin. 1786 18
The Frequented Village. E. Young 19
The Deserted School. James E. Thompson, 1885 19
The Hermit 12
“Gentle Herdsman tell to me” 12
The Friar of Orders Gray 14
The Hermit—a Prophetic Ballad. The St. James’s Gazette, 1881 15
The Hermit of Vauxhall, G. A. à Beckett, 1845 17
Retaliation
The Speaker’s Dinner. Posthumous Parodies 15
Home, sweet Home. H. C. Bunner, 1881 17
The Tears of Genius. Courtney Melmoth, 1774 (Thomas Jackson Pratt) 19
The Vicar of Wakefield, and Olivia. W. G. Wills 19
The Vicar of Wide-a-Wakefield, or the Miss-Terryous Uncle, a burlesque by H. P. Stephens and W. Yardley 19
The Caste of the Burlesque 20
Jupiter and Mercury. David Garrick 20
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Mrs. F. D. Hemans.
The Stately Homes of England 129
The Donkey-boys of England. Punch, 1849 129
The Garden Grounds of England 130
The Merchant Prince of England. Shirley Brooks 130
The dirty Cabs of London. Punch, 1853 130
The Duns of Merry England. Diogenes, 1853 131
The Barristers of England. Punch, 1853 131
The Compo’d Homes of England. The Figaro 131
The Stately Homes of England. Truth, 1877 132
The Cottage Homes of England. Punch, 1874 132
The Haunted Homes of England. Pall Mall Gazette, 1883 132
The Stately Men of England. Hugh Cayley 132
The Unhealthy Homes of England. Punch, 1884 133
Ye Cottage Homes of England. Truth, 1885 133
The Graves of a Household. The Man in the Moon 138
He never wrote again. Phœbe Carey, 1854 139
Leaves have their Time to Fall.
Fish have their times to bite. College Rhymes 139
Casabianca 133
“Macbeth stood on the new-built Stage” (Mr. Henry Irving as Macbeth.) The Figaro, 1875 134
The Mule stood on the Steamboat Deck” 134
“The boy stood on the back-yard fence” 134
“The dog lay on the butcher’s stoop” 134
“The Peer stood on the burning deck.” Truth, 1884 134
“The girl stewed on the burning deck” 135
“The boy stood by the stable door” 135
The Better Land 135
“I’ve heard thee speak of a good hotel” 136
“I have heard you speak of ‘Three acres of land.’” Edward Walford, M.A. Life, 1885 136
“I hear thee speak of a bit o’ land” 136
“I hear thee speak of a ‘Plot of Land’” 137
An answer to the preceding 137
“I hear thee speak of a Western land” 137
“I hear them speak of a Happy Land.” Fun 138
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Charles Kingsley.
“Three Fishers went Sailing away to the West” 117
“Three Merchants went riding.” Punch, 1858 117
“Four Merchants who thought themselves.” 117
The Lasher at Iffley. College Rhymes, 1861.
“Eight coveys went out in their college boat.” 117
“Three mothers sat talking.” Punch, 1861 118
“Three freshmen went loafing.” College Rhymes 118
“Three fellahs went out to a house in the west.” 118
“Three husbands went forth.” Banter, 1867 118
“Three Children were playing.” The Mocking Bird, F. Field, 1868 119
“Three Students sat writing.” The Cantab, 1873 119
“Three gourmands invited were into the West.” 119
“Three ladies went skating.” Idyls of the Rink 119
“Three regiments went sailing away to the East,” 119
“Three practical men went strolling west.” 120
“Three profits had got to come out of the land.” 120
“Three lambkins went larking.” Judy, 1879 120
“Three rascals went ranting round in the West.” Gobo, The World, 1879 120
“Three land agitators went down to the West.” 121
“Three Paddies went spouting away at Gurteen.” F. B. Doveton 121
“Three fishes were floating about in the Sea.” 121
“Three Tories went bravely.” Grins and Groans 121
“There were three pussy cats.” Fun. 1882 121
“Three Fishmongers looked for a sale.” 1883 122
“Three Potters set out all dressed in their best.” 122
“Three Champions went stumping.” Punch 1884 122
“Three Fossils sat perched in the Whitehall Zoo.” 122
“Three fishermen went gaily out into the North.” 122
“Three acres seemed pleasant to Countryman Hodge.” Punch, 1885 123
“Three Farmers went driving up into the town.” 123
“Three Topers went strolling out into the East.” Hyde Parker. 1886 123
“Three Poets went sailing down Boston streets.” Lilian Whiting 123
“Three Filchers went cadging.” The Free Lance 124
“Three Students were walking.” The Lays of the Mocking Sprite 124
“Three Melons went sailing out in the West.” 124
“Three Carpets hung waiving abroad in the breeze.” 124
“Three worthless young fellows went out in the night.” 124
“Three Sports got into a railroad car.” 125
“Three husbands went reeling home out of the West.” Mrs. G. L. Banks 125
“Three young men who never went astray.” 125
“Three Anglers went down to fish Sunbury Weir.” The Angler’s Journal, 1886 139
“Three Freshers went sailing out into the street.” 139
“An Umpire went sallying out into the East.” 140
Three women went sailing out into the street. 279
Three little fishers trudged over the hill. F. H. Stauffer 279
Three cows were seized for tithe rent in the West. 280
Three fishers went fishing out into the sea. H. C. Dodge 280
Ode to the North-East Wind.
“Welcome, wild North-Easter!” 125
The Surgeon’s Wind. Punch, 1857 126
Hang thee, vile North-Easter. Punch, 1858 126
“Welcome, wild North-Easter,” as sung by a Debutante at the last Drawing Room 127
Welcome, English Easter. Fun, 1867 128
Kingsley, and the South-west Trains 128
“I once saw a sweet pretty face.” 128
The Dirdum. A parody of C. Kingsley’s Scotch poem on an Oubit, 1862 129
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Thomas Moore.
’Tis the last Rose of Summer 230
’Tis the first rose of Summer, R. Gilfillan 230
Do. do. Wiseheart’s Songster 230
’Tis the last man in London. The National Omnibus, 1831 230
I’m the last Rose of Summer, 1832 231
’Tis the last summer bonnet. T. H. Bayly, 1833 231
’Tis the last bit of candle. Wiseheart’s Songster 231
The last lamp of the alley. Dr. Maginn 232
’Tis the last choice Havana 232
’Tis the straw hat of summer 232
’Tis the last of the Fancy. Judy, 1867 232
’Tis the last weed of Hudson’s. J. R. G. 233
’Tis the last little tizzy. The Snob, 1829 233
’Tis the last of the members. Figaro in London 233
’Tis the last fly of summer. Punch’s Pocket Book, 1848 233
He’s the last “Vivâ Voce.” College Rhymes 234
’Tis the last belle of summer. Funny Folks 234
’Tis the last pipe this winter. Funny Folks, 1879 234
’Tis the last jar of pickles 234 vi
He’s the last of his party. R. H. Lawrence 234
’Tis the last baked potato. W. W. Dixon 235
’Tis a prime leg of mutton. Lizzie Griffin 235
’Tis the last rose of Windsor. F. Rawkins 235
’Tis the last blow of a drummer. Hugh Cayley 235
’Tis the last ruse of someone. The Globe, 1886 236
Let Erin remember. Punch. 1885 236
When he who adores thee 236
To a Bottle of old Port. Dr. Maginn 236
When he who adjures thee 236
When he who now bores thee 264
The Harp that once through Tara’s Halls 236
The Puff that once thro’ Colburn’s halls. 1831 237
The Belt which once. Egan’s Book of Sports, 1832 237
The Harp that once in Warren’s Mart. Punch 237
The Broom that once through Sarah’s halls. Judy 237
The Girl that oft in lighted halls, 1869 237
The Voice that once thro’ Senate halls. Funny Folks, 1884 237
Luke Sharpe, who once. Detroit Free Press, 1885 238
The Plate that once through Fashion’s halls 264
Fly not yet, ’tis just the hour. Figaro, 1833 260
Fly not to wine. The Blue Bag, 1832 238
Fly not yet. St. James’s Gazette, 1881 238
Rich and rare were the Gems she wore 238
Rich and furred was the robe he wore, T. Hook 238
Ragged and rough were the clothes she wore 239
Rich and rare were the arms she bore 239
Rough and red was the cloak she wore 239
Quaint and queer were the gems she wore 264
There is not in the wide world 239
There is not in this city an alley so sweet. National Omnibus, 1831 239
There is not in the palace. National Omnibus 239
There’s not in Saint Stephen’s. Figaro in London 239
There is not in all London. Punch, 1842 240
There’s not in the wide world a country so sweet 240
There’s not in the wide world an odour less sweet 240
O, There’s not in the West-end, Punch. 1872 240
There’s not in all London a tavern so gay. G. W. M. Reynolds 240
On Stephen Kemble 240
The Irish welcome 241
The Trifle. Punch, 1852 241
The Bitter cry of outcast London. Two parodies from the Weekly Dispatch, by T. A. Wilson and Aramis 241
The meteing of the waters. Punch, 1884 241
The Thames. B. Saunders. 1884 242
The House of Lords. H. B., 1884 242
There is not to the poet. E. A. Horne, 1884 242
The Heiress. Aramis. 1884 242
The Club Smoking-room. J. Pratt, 1884 242
The Meeting of the Emperors. Moonshine, 1884 243
There’s not in old Ireland. Walter Parke 270
Come, send round the wine. 1825 243
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms 243
Mr. Colburn to Lady Morgan’s Books, 1831 243
On the House of Lords and Reform. Figaro in London, 1831 243
Believe me, dear Susan. Diogenes, 1854 243
To a lady in a crinoline. Punch, 1857 244
John Bull to Paddy, 1867 244
John Bright to his place, 1869 244
To an Ancient Coquette 244
On College Don 244
On Roast pork. F. B. Doveton, 1881 244
On Tory election promises, 1886 244
Oh, blame not the Bard. Fun, 1883 245
Oh! the days are gone when beauty bright. 1869 245
Lesbia hath a beaming eye 245
Peggy hath a squinting eye 245
Lesbia hath a fowl to cook 246
Lesbia’s skirt doth streaming fly. Punch, 1856 246
Lemon is a little hipped. Charles Dickens, 1855 246
This suit is all chequer’d 246
Oh! the Shamrock 247
Oh! the Scarecrows. United Ireland, 1885 247
One more try at parting. Punch’s Almanac, 1883 247
The Young May Moon 248
The Irishman’s serenade 248
The Bladder of whiskey 248
The Cat’s serenade 248
The old March moon. Diogenes, 1854 248
Song of the Signalman, Punch, 1885 248
Defeated Manœuvres 249
The Minstrel Boy 249
Mister Sheil into Kent has gone. W. M. Thackeray 249
The Sailor Boy on a tour is gone. 1832 249
The leary cove to the Mill is gone. 1832 249
The fiddler’s boy to the fair is gone 249
The Koh-i-noor to the wall has gone. Punch, 1851 250
The Cordon Bleu (M. A. Soyer). Punch, 1855 250
The Draper’s man. Punch, 1857 250
The Chinese Boy to the War is gone 250
The Errand Boy. Judy, 1869 250
The Beardless Boy. Punch, 1875 250
The Minstrel Boy in the train. Funny Folks 250
Bradlaugh to protest is gone. S. J. Miott 251
The Warrior Duke (of Cambridge) 251
The Alderman from Guildhall has gone. Judy, 1880 251
The Girton Girl to Exam’ has gone. Funny Folks 251
The Grand old Boy. Punch, 1882 251
The Noble Lord to the stores is gone. Judy, 1882 251
Sir D. V. Gay to the poll is gone. United Ireland 252
Our Bradlaugh boy 252
The ’prentice boy to the street has gone 252
The Grand Young Man. F. B. Doveton 252
The Grand old man to the North has gone. Life 253
The Grand old man. Songs for Liberal electors 253
The Shy Bo-Peep to the sea is gone. A. H. S. 276
The time I’ve lost in “screwing” 253
Come, rest on this gridiron. Punch, 1881 253
To the Finish I went. Dr. W. Maginn 253
I saw up the steps. Lays of the Mocking Sprite 253
I saw from my window. Girl of the Period, 1869 254
Sail on, Sail on, thou Fearless Bark 254
Scale on, scale on, oh! tuneless strummer 254
Thee, thee, only thee 254
Tea, Tea, only Tea. Punch, 1884 254
Oh! Call it by some Better Name 254
Oh, try, good sirs, some better game. 1886. B. Saunders 254
Oh! try some worthier, better game. D. Evans 255
Oh! call it by some better name. J. Fitzpatrick 255
Oh! call it by some fitter name. Gossamer 255
Oh! call him by some stronger name. Robert Puttick 255
I knew by the Smoke that so Gracefully curl’d 255
I knew by the wig that so gracefully curl’d 255
I knew by the post that so gaily display’d. The Mirror, 1823 255 vii
We knew by the string that so gracefully curl’d 256
I saw by the steam that so gracefully curl’d 256
I knew by the smoke that so heavily curl’d 256
To Dizzy, “When time hath bereft thee,” 1867 256
By the Thames to the right, is the flat shore of Erith 256
Had I a shilling left to spare, Bertie Vyse 256
A Canadian Boat Song.
“Faintly as tolls the evening chime” 257
The Cabinet’s Boat Song, 1878 257
“Plainly as tolls disruption’s chime,” 1886 257
Hither, Flora, Queen of Flowers! 257
“Hither, Flora of the street. T. A. Wilson 257
“Hither, Flora, Queen of Flowers.” Aramis 258
” ” ” ” Thistle 258
When in gaol I shall calm recline 258
When in death I shall quiet be found 258
When in death I shall calm recline. 1832 271
Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour 259
To Tory hearts a round, boys 259
A nice Devill’d Biscuit. Punch 259
Apple pie. “All new dishes fade.” 259
Those Evening Bells 259
Those Christmas Bills. W. Hone, 1826 259
That Chapel Bell. The Gownsman, 1830 260
My white moustache. Figaro, 1832 260
Those London belles. Miss Bryant 260
Those Ball-room belles. Diogenes, 1853 261
Those Scotch hotels, Diogenes, 1853 261
Those Gresham chimes. Punch, 1853 261
Those Tramway bells. Funny Folks 261
Those Evening bells. Tom Hood 261
Those London Bells. Shirley Brooks, 1855 261
Those Pretty Girls. J. W. W. 261
Those Vatted Rums. Punch, 1855 262
Those evening belles. Pan the Pilgrim 262
That Muffin bell. Punch, 1880 262
The Parcel Post. Judy, 1883 262
Those Evening belles. Moonshine, 1886 262
Oft, in the Stilly Night 262
Oft, o’er my tea and toast. Figaro in London 263
Oft, in his present plight. The Puppet Show, 1848 263
Oft, in the chilly night. Memoirs of a Stomach 263
Oft, on a “silly” night. Funny Folks, 1878 263
Oft, in election’s fight. Truth, 1886 263
Here’s the bower she loved so much 264
Here’s the box that held the snuff 264
Here’s the bottle she loved so much. J. Bruton 264
There’s a bower of roses by Bendemeer’s Stream 264
There’s of benches a row in St. Stephen’s extreme 264
There’s a bower of bean-vines in Benjamin’s yard. Phœbe Carey, 1854 264
One morn a Tory at the gate. Figaro, 1832 265
A Peri at the “Royal” gate. Truth. 1877 265
This week a Peeress at the gate. Truth, 1883 265
One morn Ben Dizzy at the gate 266
Farewell, Farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter 266
Farewell, farewell to thee, desolate Erin! 266
Farewell, farewell to thee, Arabi darling! 266
Begone, begone with thee, son of Shere Ali! 267
Away, away, with the Ameer unlucky! 267
Farewell, farewell to thee, Ireland’s protector! 270
Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour 267
I never wrote up “Skates to Sell” 267
I never loved a dear gazelle 268
I never rear’d a young gazelle. H. S. Leigh 268
I never had a piece of toast 268
A Parody by Tom Hood the younger 268
Wus! ever wus! H. Cholmondeley-Pennell 268
’Twas ever thus! C. S. Calverley 268
I never bought a young Gazelle 269
The young Gazelle, a Moore-ish tale. Walter Parke 269
Come hither, come hither, by night and by day 270
A Parody. On the House of Commons, 1832 270
Sweet Borough of Tamworth 1832 270
The Sweet Briar. C. S. K. 271
Miscellaneous Parodies on “Paradise and the Peri” 271
Lalla Rookh Burlesque. Vincent Amcotts 272
One more Irish Melody, 1869 272
On Lord Brougham, 1833 272
Loves of the Mortals 272
Loves of the New Police 273
Jack Randall’s Diary, 1820 273
Young Love once fell through a straw-thatched shed 273
The Bencher, or whitewashing day 273
The Living Lustres. Rejected Addresses 273
A Fallen Angel over a Bowl of Rum-Punch. Christopher North, 1823 274
Love and the Flimsies. Thomas Love Peacock 275
The Bard of Erin’s Lament 275
Old Sherry. (An Anacreontic, 1828) 275
Anacreon’s Ode xxi.
“Observe when mother earth is dry” 276
Earlier translations by Ronsard, Capilupus, Shakespeare, Lord Rochester, and Abraham Cowley 276
On Moore’s Plagiarisms. An article in Fraser’s Magazine, June, 1841 276
Lays of the Saintly. Walter Parke 270
“The Duke is the lad to frighten a lass,” by Thomas Moore 260
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Sir Walter Scott.
Rebecca and Rowena. W. M. Thackeray 71
A Tale of Drury Lane. Rejected Addresses 72
Blue Bonnets over the Border 73
Blue Stockings over the Border. Mirror 1828 74
Write, write, tourist and traveller. Robert Gilfillan 74
Read, read, Woodstock and Waverley, Robert Gilfillan, 1831 74
Tax, tax, Income and Property. Punch, 1851 75
March, march, pipe-clayed and belted in 75
Take, take, lobsters and lettuces. Punch 75
Take, take, blue pill and colocynth. Punch 75
Drill, drill, London and Manchester. Punch, 1859 75
Mr. Kemple’s Farewell Address, 1817
“As the worn war-horse at the trumpet’s sound” 75
Mr. Patrick Robertson’s farewell to the Bar
“As the worn show horse whom Ducrow so long” 76
Lament for Tabby, or the Cat’s Coronach. The Satirist, 1814 76
The Lay of the last Minstrel Introduction— 77
“The way was long, the wind was cold” 77
“The tide was low, the wind was cold.” Funny Folks, 1875 77
“The sun was hot, the day was bright.” Weekly Echo, 1885 77
The Lay of the last Cab-Hack. Funny Folks 78
The Bray of the last Donkey 78
The Lay of the last Ministry. Fun, 1885 78
Mr. Barnum’s Experience of Travelling 116
Canto III.— viii
“And said I that my limbs were old” 78
“And thought they I was growing old.” They are Five. 1880, 79
Canto VI.—
“Breathes there the man with soul so dead” 79
A declamation, by Miss Mudge, the Blue Stocking 79
“Breathes there a Scot with soul so dead.” O. P. Q. P. Smiff. The Figaro, 1874 79
Pilosagine. Advertisement parody 80
“Lives there a man with soul so dead” 80
“Breathes there a man with taste so dead.” The Figaro, 1876 80
“O Caledonia! very stern and wild.” Jon Duan 80
Don Salisbury’s Midnight Vigil. Truth, 1885 81
Parody from the Lays of the Mocking Sprite 82
Albert Graeme.
“It was an English ladye bright” 81
“It was a toper one Saturday night” 81
“It was an Oxford Scholar bright.” The Shotover Papers, 1874 82
The Lay of the Poor Fiddler, 1814 81
St. Fillan’s Arm. From Lays of the Saintly, by Walter Parke 83
The Blue Brother. Walter Parke 83
The Lay of the Scottish Fiddle, 1814. James Kirke Paulding 84
A Lay to the Last Minstrel. Edward Churton 84
Marmion.
O Woman! in our hours of ease 84
Oh! Scotsman! in thine hour of ease 84
A good Wife 85
A Dedication to Women. Finis, 1877 85
The Mansion House Marmion (Lord Mayor Fowler). Truth, 1883 85
Lochinvar 86
Lock-and-Bar. Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine 86
“O young William Jones is come out of the West.” 87
“The big-booted Czar had his eye on the East.” Shirley Brooks, 1854 87
“It was Albert of Wales and his troop of Hussars. Judy, 1871 88
“Choice of Stoke-upon-Trent, lo, Kenealy confest.” Punch, 1875 88
“O young Stephey Cave is come out of the East.” 89
Young Lochinvar in Blank Verse. Free Press Flashes, 1883 89
“Oh! A Bishop from Surrey is come here to pray.” From Marmion Travesty, by Peter Pry 90
Epigrams on the Duke of York 91
A Parody concerning Mr. Digby Pigott. 1877. 116
The Lady of the Lake, 1810 91
The Lady of the Wreck, or Castle Blarneygig. George Colman 91
“The stag at eve had drunk his fill” 91
“The pig at eve was lank and faint” 91
Boat Song—
“Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances” 91
“Hail our Chief! now he’s wet through with whiskey.” George Colman 92
“Hail to the Chief” (Gladstone). Punch, 1880 92
The Nile Song. Punch, 1863 99
Mountain Dhu; or, the Knight, the Lady, and the Lake. Burlesque. Andrew Halliday, 1866 92
The Lady of the Lake, plaid in a new tartan. Burlesque by R. Reece 92
“Raising the “Fiery Cross.” Punch, 1884 93
Rokeby, 1813 94
Jokeby, by an amateur of Fashion, 1813 (attributed to John Roby, also to Thomas Tegg, and to the Brothers Smith) 94
“O, Brignall banks are wild and fair” 94
“Oh, Giles’s lads are brave and gay” 94
Smokeby, in Ephemerides, 1813 94
Rokeby the second, in the Satirist, 1813 94
MacArthur, an Epic Poem, ascribed to Walter Scott. The Satirist, 1808 95
Valentines. The Satirist, 1810 95
The Ovation of the Empty Chair. The Satirist, 1811 95
Walter Scott, Esq., to his Publishers. Accepted Addresses, 1813 96
The Poetic Mirror, or the Living Bards of Britain, by James Hogg, 1816 96
“O, heard ye never of Wat o’ the Cleuch” 97
The Battle of Brentford Green. Warreniana, 1824 97
The Bridal of Caolchairn. John Hay Allan, 1822 99
Rejected Odes. Humphrey Hedgehog, 1813 99
A Border Ballad. Thomas Love Peacock, 1837 99
“Carle, now the King’s come” 99
“Sawney, now the King’s come” 99
The Battle of Wimbledon. Punch, 1862 99
Kenilworth Burlesque, by R. Reece and H. B. Farnie 99
The Lay of the Lost Minstrel 112
Coronation Lays.
The New Monthly Magazine, July, 1831. Containing parodies of Walter Scott, The Lay of the Lost Minstrel. T. Campbell, The Show in London. S. T. Coleridge, “The Sun it shone on spire and wall.” W. Wordsworth, Sonnets on the Coronation. L. E. Landon, The Little Absentee. George Crabbe, A Reflection. Thomas Moore, A Melody. Thomas Hood, A Glance from a Hood. Robert Southey, P.L., The Laureate’s Lay 112
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Scotch Songs.
The London University
“March, march, dustmen and coal-heavers.” The Spirit of the Age, 1829 99
“Smoke, smoke! Arcade and College Green” 100
Oh Where, and oh Where 100
“Oh where, and oh where, is my Harry Brougham gone?” Punch, 1846 100
“Oh, where, and oh where, has my learned counsel gone?” Punch, 1848 100
The great kilt Reform. Diogenes, 1854 100
“Oh where, and oh where, has our Wand’ring Willie gone.” Judy, 1879 101
Bonnie Dundee
“To the gents of the pantry ’twas Yellow-plush spoke,” 1872 101
The Maidens of Bonnie Dundee “And did they its meeting turn into a joke” 101
“Tis a jolly conception”!—’twas Truscott who spoke.” (The Temple Bar Obstruction) 101
“In the House of St. Stephen’s Britannia thus spoke” 102
“To the lords of Creation ’twas Chamberlain spoke” 102
The Campbells are Coming. ix
The Pop’ an’ Jock Cumming, oh dear, oh dear 102
Hey, Johnny Cumming! are ye waukin’ yet? 103
The Camels are coming, at last, at last! The Globe, 1884 103
My ’art’s in the ’Ighlands. Punch, 1883 103
Woo’d and Married an’ a’ 103
The Tourists’ Matrimonial Guide through Scotland. Lord Neaves 103
Charley is my Darling—
“Charley was so daring” (Sir Charles Napier) 104
“O, Langtry, wilt thou gang wi’ me” 105
Robin Adair—
“You’re welcome to Despots, Dumourier,” Robert Burns, 1793 105
“Canning, O rare!” Liverpool election, 1812 105
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Robert Southey, Poet Laureate.
Thalaba the Destroyer—
“How beautiful is night?” 140
“How troublesome is day?” T. L. Peacock 141
“How beautiful is green?” Charterhouse Poems 141
The Curse of Kehama—
“Midnight, and yet no eye.” 141
“Midnight, yet not a nose.” The Rebuilding James Smith. The Rejected Addresses 141
Justice. Lays of Modern Oxford, by Adon, 1874 144
The Cataract of Lodore—
“How does the water come down at Lodore?” 145
Before and after Marriage
How do the gentlemen do before marriage? 145
How do they do after marriage 146
How the Daughters come down at Dunoon. Puck on Pegasus. H. C. Pennell 146
How does the drunkard go down to the tomb? 147
How do the jolly days pass in the Holidays? Banter, 1867 147
How the Horses come round at the Corner. Fun 148
May in Lincolnshire. Once a week, 1872 148
How do the ’Varsities come to the Race 149
Ready for the Derby Start. Funny Folks, 1878 149
How does the water come down at Niagara? Funny Folks, 1878 150
How the Customers come to the Sandown Bazaar. W. J. Craig, 1879 150
Is it how the Home Rulers make spaches, me boys? Miss Story 151
Here they come broguing, together colloquing. C. J. Graves 152
Here they come wrangling. Pembroke 152
Just out of one bother into another. Hoyle 152
The World. Parody Competition. Nov., 1879
How the Home Rulers behave at St. Stephens. F. B. Doveton, 1880 153
How do cheap trippers come down to the shore? 153
How do the waters come down on the public? 154
How the Commons rush in through the door? 154
How do the Landlords “come down on” the Act? 155
How the Tourists come down to the shore. Detroit Free Press, 1885 155
The Falls of Niagara. E. H. Bickford 156
“You are old, Father William” 156
A Parody from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland 156
“You are cold, Father William.” The Figaro 157
“You air old, Father William. Zoz, 1878 157
“You are old, Father William.” Mayfair, 1878 157
“You are sad, People’s William.” Truth, 1878 157
“You are old, turkey gobbler.” Free Press Flashes, 1882 158
“You look young, little Randolph.” Punch, 1882 158
Parody Competition in Truth, April 5, 1883
“You are old, Father William.” Repealer 159
“You are young, Master Randolph.” Pickwick 159
“You’re a Peer, now, Lord Wolseley.” Skriker 159
“New Honours, Lord Wolseley.” Old Log 159
“You are old, Lady William.” Third Raven 159
“You are old, Kaiser Wilhelm.” T. S. G. 160
“You are plain, Mr. Biggar.” Paste 160
“You are young, Randolph Churchill.” Yash 160
“You are old, Father William.” Don Juan 160
“You have told, Lady Florence.” Ohr 161
“You are old, Noble Senate.” Poetry for the Poor. 1884 161
“You are old, Father William” (Mr. Gladstone.)] Truth, 1884 161
Old William Archer interviewed. The Sporting Times, 1885 162
On the danger of licking postage stamps. Funny Folks, 1885 162
Sequel to a great Poem. Once a Week, 1886 162
On Irish Policy. A new Alphabet of Irish Policy 162
A Valentine from Miss Hibernia to W. E. G. 163
The Battle of Blenheim—
“It was a summer evening” 163
Notes on the Poem, 163
A Battle with Billingsgate. G. Cruikshank’s Comic Almanac 164
A Seasonable Gossip. The Puppet Show, 1848 164
The Battle of Jobbing. Diogenes, 1853 164
The Battle of Berlin. Funny Folks, 1878 165
Children at the Pantomime. F. B. Doveton. The World, 1880 165
Another Parody on the same topic. A. Salter 165
The Battle of Brummagem. William Bates 166
A Famous Holiday. Punch, 1880 166
A Glorious Victory (in Cricket). Punch, 1882 167
A Famous Victory (in Egypt). Clapham Free Press, 1884 168
The Battle of Blenheim House. Birmingham Daily Mail, 1885 168
The old Gladstonite and his Son. Morning Post 169
The Jackanape Jock, Cribblings from the Poets 169
Southey’s Early Political Poems 170
Bob Southey! you’re a poet 171
The Anti-Jacobin Review 171
Inscription—Henry Marten, the Regicide 171
Inscription—Mrs. Brownrigg, the Prentice-cide 172
The Widow. (Southey’s Sapphics)
“Cold was the night-wind” 172
The Friend of Humanity, and the Knife Grinder 172
The Friend of Humanity, and the Bricklayer’s Labourer. John Bull, 1827 173
Sapphics of the Cabstand. Punch, 1853 173
Lay of the Proctor. The Shotover Papers, 1874 174
The Friend of Humanity, and Seafaring Person. Punch, 1874 174
The Friend of Humanity, and John Bull. Funny Folks, 1878 174
The Friend of Agriculture, and the needy new Voter. Punch, 1886 174
The Soldier’s Wife. Dactylics, 1795 175 x
The Soldier’s Friend. (Canning’s Contrast.) 175
The Soldier’s Wife. Imitation Dactylics 175
Southey’s Official Poems 176
The Curse of the Laureate. James Hogg 176
The Vision of Judgment 176
The Vision of Judgment. Lord Byron 176
A Slap at Slop. William Hone 177
“The New Times” and “The Constitutional Association” 177
A New Vision. William Hone 177
Carmen Triumphale. W. F. Deacon. Warreniana 179
“The Satirist or Monthly Meteor,” 1813 180
Epitaph for Robert Southey, Esq., Poet Laureate, The Spirit of the Public Journals, 1824 180
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Algernon Charles Swinburne.
The Commonweal, July 1, 1886 187
The Old Cause, A Counterblast. The Daily News, July 2, 1886 187
The Common Squeal. Punch, 1886 189
The Weekly Dispatch. Parodies by A. Whalley, and F. B. Doveton 189
CONTENTS OF PARTS I. to XXXVI. PARODIES.
EACH PART MAY BE PURCHASED SEPARATELY.
Part 1. Alfred Tennyson’s Early Poems.
Part 2. Alfred Tennyson’s Early Poems.
Part 3. Alfred Tennyson’s Later Poems.
Part 4. Page 49 to 62. Tennyson’s Poems.
Page 62 to 64. H. W. Longfellow.
Part 5. Page 65. A Parody of William Morris.
Page 65 to 80. H. W. Longfellow.
Part 6. Page 81 to 96. H. W. Longfellow.
Part 7. Page 97 to 105. H. W. Longfellow. Hiawatha.
Page 105 to 112. Rev. C. Wolfe. Not a Drum was heard.
Part 8. Page 113. Not a Drum was heard.
Page 113 to 128. The Song of the Shirt.
Part 9. Page 129 to 135. Thomas Hood.
Page 135 to 140. Bret Harte.
Pages 140 & 141. Not a Drum was heard.
Page 142 to 144. Alfred Tennyson.
Part 10. Page 145 to 160. Alfred Tennyson.
Part 11. Page 161 to 176. Alfred Tennyson.
Part 12. Page 177 to 186. Alfred Tennyson.
Page 187 to 190. Not a Drum was heard.
Page 190 to 192. Song of the Shirt.
Part 13. Page 1 to 4. Bret Harte.
Pages 4 and 5. Thomas Hood.
Page 6 to 16. H. W. Longfellow.
Part 14. Page 17 to 24. H. W. Longfellow.
Page 25 to 40. Edgar Allan Poe.
Part 15. Page 41 to 64. Edgar Allan Poe.
Part 16. Page 65 to 88. Edgar Allan Poe.
Part 17. Page 89 to 103. Edgar Allan Poe.
Pages 103, 4 & 5. The Art of Parody.
Page 106 to 112. My Mother, by Miss Taylor.
Part 18. Page 113 to 135. My Mother.
Page 136 The Vulture, (After “The Raven.”)
Page 136 A Welcome to Battenberg.
Part 19. Page 137 to 141. Tennyson’s The Fleet, etc.
Page 141 to 143. My Mother.
Page 144 to 160. Hamlet’s Soliloquy.
Part 20. Page 161 to 184. W. Shakespeare. The Seven Ages of Man, etc.
Part 21. Page 185 to 206. W. Shakespeare. Account of the Burlesques of his Plays.
Page 206 to 208. Dr. Isaac Watts.
Part 22. Page 209 to 217. Dr. Isaac Watts.
Page 217 to 232. John Milton.
Part 23. Page 233 John Milton.
Page 233 to 236. Dryden’s Epigram on Milton.
Page 236 to 238. Matthew Arnold.
Page 239 to 244. W. Shakespeare.
Page 244 to 246. Bret Harte.
Page 246 to 255. H. W. Longfellow.
Pages 255 and 256 Thomas Hood.
Part 24. Page 257 to 259. Thomas Hood.
Page 260 to 280. Alfred Tennyson.
Part 25. A Chapter on Parodies, by Isaac D’Israeli.
Page 3 to 16. Oliver Goldsmith.
Part 26. Page 17 to 20. Oliver Goldsmith.
Page 20 to 40. Thomas Campbell.
Part 27. Page 41 to 47. Thomas Campbell.
Page 48 to 64. Robert Burns.
Part 28. Page 65 to 71. Robert Burns.
Page 71 to 88. Sir Walter Scott.
Part 29. Page 89 to 99. Sir Walter Scott.
Page 99 to 105. Scotch Songs.
Page 106 to 109. Robert Burns.
Page 109 to 112. Thomas Campbell.
Part 30. Page 113 to 116. Coronation Lays.
Page 117 to 129. Charles Kingsley.
Page 129 to 136. Mrs. Hemans.
Part 31. Page 137 to 140. Mrs. Hemans.
Page 140 to 160. Robert Southey.
Part 32. Page 161 to 181. Robert Southey.
Page 181 to 184. The Anti-Jacobin.
Part 33. Page 185 to 186. The Anti-Jacobin.
Page 187 to 189. A. C. Swinburne.
Page 189 to 208. Lord Byron.
Part 34. Page 209 to 229. Lord Byron.
Page 230 to 232. Thomas Moore.
Part 35. Page 233 to 256. Thomas Moore.
Part 36. Page 257 to 278. Thomas Moore.
Page 278. Lord Byron.
Pages 279 & 280. Charles Kingsley.

NOTES AND CORRECTIONS.
Page 19. Courtney Melmoth was the assumed name of T. J. Pratt, who wrote “The Tears of Genius” lamenting the death of Oliver Goldsmith.
Page 20, Line 3. For Cast read Caste.
Page 71, Column 2, line 6. Read “Mr. William Cadenhead.”
Page 80, Foot Note.—For “dear runs” read deer runs.
Page 197. The Enigma on the letter H. here ascribed to Lord Byron was written by Miss Catherine Fanshawe.
Page 208. “The Un-True Story” was written by Mr. Walter Parke for Punch and Judy, in 1870. The fifth line should read:—
“Know ye the land of the dollar and dime?”
Page 218. Foot Note. Read, “Parody of a song in The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.”
Page 229. Don Juan Un-Read. This is a parody of Wordsworth’s Yarrow Unvisited.
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A lady of bas bleu celebrity (the term is getting odious, particularly to our savantes) had two friends, whom she equally admired—an elegant poet, and his parodist. She had contrived to prevent their meeting as long as her stratagems lasted, till at length she apologised to the serious bard for inviting him when his mock umbra was to be present. Astonished, she perceived that both men of genius felt a mutual esteem for each other’s opposite talent; the ridiculed had perceived no malignity in the playfulness of the parody, and even seemed to consider it as a compliment, aware that parodists do not waste their talent on obscure productions; while the ridiculer himself was very sensible that he was the inferior poet. The lady-critic had imagined that PARODY must necessarily be malicious; and in some cases it is said those on whom the parody has been performed, have been of the same opinion.
Parody strongly resembles mimicry, a principle in human nature not so artificial as it appears. Man may well be defined a mimetic animal. The African boy who amused the whole kafle he journeyed with, by mimicking the gestures and the voice of the auctioneer who had sold him at the slave market a few days before, could have had no sense of scorn, of superiority, or of malignity; the boy experienced merely the pleasure of repeating attitudes and intonations which had so forcibly excited his interest. The numerous parodies of Hamlet’s soliloquy were never made in derision of that solemn monologue, no more than the travesties of Virgil by Scarron and Cotton; their authors were never so gaily mad as that. We have parodies on the Psalms by Luther; Dodsley parodied the book of Chronicles, and Franklin’s most beautiful story of Abraham is a parody on the Scripture-style; not one of these writers, however, proposed to ridicule their originals; some ingenuity in the application was all that they intended. The lady-critic alluded to had suffered by a panic, in imagining that a parody was necessarily a corrosive satire. Had she indeed proceeded one step further, and asserted that Parodies might be classed among the most malicious inventions in literature, in such parodies as Colman and Lloyd made on Gray’s odes, in their odes to “Oblivion and Obscurity,” her readings possibly might have supplied the materials of the present research.
Parodies were frequently practised by the ancients, and with them, like ourselves, consisted of a work grafted on another work, but which turned on a different subject by a slight change of the expressions. It might be a sport of fancy, the innocent child of mirth; or a satirical arrow drawn from the quiver of caustic criticism; or it was that malignant art which only studies to make the original of the parody, however beautiful, contemptible and ridiculous. Human nature thus enters into the composition of parodies, and their variable character originates in the purpose of their application.
There is in “the million” a natural taste for farce after tragedy, and they gladly relieve themselves by mitigating the solemn seriousness of the tragic drama; for they find, as one of them told us, that it is but a step from the sublime to the ridiculous; and if this taste be condemned by the higher order of intellectual persons, and a critic said he would prefer to have the farce played before the tragedy, the taste for parody would be still among them, for whatever tends to level a work of genius is usually very agreeable to a great number of contemporaries. In the history of PARODIES, some of the learned have noticed a supposititious circumstance, which it is not improbable happened, for it is a very natural one. When the rhapsodists, who strolled from town to town to chant different fragments of the poems of Homer, and had recited some, they were immediately followed by another set of strollers—buffoons who made the same audience merry by the burlesque turn which they gave to the solemn strains which had just so deeply engaged their attention. It is supposed that we have one of these travesties of the Iliad in one Sotades, who succeeded by only changing the measure of the verses without altering the words, which entirely disguised the Homeric character; fragments of which are scattered in Dionysius Halicarnassensis, which I leave to the curiosity of the learned Grecian.[1] Homer’s battle of the Frogs and Mice, a learned critic, the elder Heinsius, asserts, was not written by the poet, but is a parody on the poem. It is evidently as good humoured an one as any in the “Rejected Addresses.” And it was because Homer was the most popular poet, that he was most susceptible of the playful honours of the parodist; unless the prototype is familiar to us, a parody is nothing! Of these parodists of Homer we may regret the loss of one. Timon of Philius, whose parodies were termed Silli, from Silenus being their chief personage; he levelled them at the sophistical philosophers of his age: his invocation is grafted on the opening of the Iliad, to recount the evil doings of those babblers, whom he compares to those bags in which Æolus deposited all his winds; balloons inflated with empty ideas! We should like to have appropriated some of these silli, or parodies of Timon the Sillograph, which, however, seem to have been at times calumnious.[2] Shenstone’s “School Mistress,” and some few other ludicrous poems, derive much of their merit from parody.
This taste for parodies was very prevalent with the Grecians, and is a species of humour which perhaps has been too rarely practised by the moderns: Cervantes has some passages of this nature in his parodies of the old chivalric romances; Fielding in some parts of his Tom Jones and Joseph Andrews, in his burlesque poetical descriptions; and Swift in his “Battle of Books,” and “Tale of a Tub,” but few writers have equalled the delicacy and felicity of Pope’s parodies in the “Rape of the Lock.” Such parodies give refinement to burlesque.
The ancients made a liberal use of it in their satirical comedy, and sometimes carried it on through an entire work, as in the Menippean satire, Seneca’s mock Eloge of Claudius, and Lucian in his Dialogues. There are parodies even in Plato, and an anecdotical one recorded of this philosopher shows them in their most simple state. Dissatisfied with his own poetical essays he threw them into the flames; that is, the sage resolved to sacrifice his verses to the god of fire; and in repeating that line in Homer where Thetis addresses Vulcan to implore his aid, the application became a parody, although it required no other change than the insertion of the philosopher’s name instead of the goddess’s:[3]
“Vulcan, arise! ’tis Plato claims thy aid!”
Boileau affords a happy instance of this simple parody. Corneille, in his Cid, makes one of his personages remark,
“Pour grands que soient les rois ils sont ce que nous sommes, Ils peuvent se tromper comme les autres hommes.”
A slight alteration became a fine parody in Boileau’s “Chapelain Décoiflé.”
“Pour grands que soient les rois ils sont ce que nous sommes, Ils se trompent en vers comme les autres hommes.”
We find in Athenæus the name of the Inventor of a species of parody which more immediately engages our notice—DRAMATIC PARODIES. It appears this inventor was a satirist, so that the lady-critic, whose opinion we had the honour of noticing, would be warranted by appealing to its origin to determine the nature of the thing. A dramatic parody, which produced the greatest effect, was “the Gigantomachia.” as appears by the only circumstance known of it. Never laughed the Athenians so heartily as at its representation, for the fatal news of the deplorable state to which the affairs of the republic were reduced in Sicily arrived at its first representation—and the Athenians continued laughing to the end! as the modern Athenians, the volatile Parisians, might in their national concern of an OPERA COMIQUE. It was the business of the dramatic parody to turn the solemn tragedy, which the audience had just seen exhibited, into a farcical comedy; the same actors who had appeared in magnificent dresses, now returned on the stage in grotesque habiliments, with odd postures and gestures, while the story, though the same, was incongruous and ludicrous. The Cyclops of Euripides is probably the only remaining specimen; for this may be considered as a parody of the ninth book of the Odyssey—the adventures of Ulysses in the cave of Polyphemus, where Silenus and a chorus of satyrs are farcically introduced, to contrast with the grave narrative of Homer, of the shifts and escape of the cunning man “from the one-eyed ogre.” The jokes are 2 too coarse for the French taste of Brumoy, who, in his translation, goes on with a critical growl and foolish apology for Euripides having written a farce; Brumoy, like Pistol, is forced to eat his onion, but with a worse grace, swallowing and execrating to the end.
In dramatic composition, Aristophanes is perpetually hooking in parodies of Euripides, whom of all poets he hated, as well as of Æschylus, Sophocles, and other tragic bards. Since that Grecian wit, at length, has found a translator saturated with his genius, and an interpreter as philosophical, the subject of Grecian parody will probably be reflected in a clearer light from his researches.
Dramatic parodies in modern literature were introduced by our vivacious neighbours, and may be said to constitute a class of literary satires peculiar to the French nation. What had occurred in Greece a similar gaiety of national genius unconsciously reproduced. The dramatic parodies in our own literature, as in “The Rehearsal,” “Tom Thumb,” and “The Critic,” however exquisite, are confined to particular passages, and are not grafted on a whole original; we have neither naturalised the dramatic parody into a species, nor dedicated to it the honours of a separate theatre.
This peculiar dramatic satire, a burlesque of an entire tragedy, the volatile genius of the Parisians accomplished. Whenever a new tragedy, which still continues the favourite species of drama with the French, attracted the notice of the town, shortly after up rose its parody at the Italian theatre. A French tragedy is most susceptible of this sort of ridicule, by applying its declamatory style, its exaggerated sentiments, and its romantic out-of-the-way nature to the commonplace incidents and persons of domestic life; out of the stuff of which they made their emperors, their heroes, and their princesses, they cut out a pompous country justice, a hectoring tailor, or an impudent mantua-maker; but it was not merely this travesty of great personages, nor the lofty effusions of one in a lowly station, which terminated the object of parody; it intended a better object, that of more obviously exposing the original for any absurdity in its scenes, or in its catastrophe, and dissecting faulty characters; in a word, critically weighing the nonsense of the poet. It sometimes became a refined instructor for the public, whose discernment is often blinded by party or prejudice. It was, too, a severe touch-stone for genius: Racine, some say, smiled, others say he did not, when he witnessed Harlequin, in the language of Titus to Berenice, declaiming on some ludicrous affair to Columbine; La Motte was very sore, and Voltaire and others shrunk away with a cry—from a parody! Voltaire was angry when he witnessed his Mariamne parodied by La mauvaise Mênage; or “Bad House-keeping:” the aged, jealous Herod was turned into an old cross country justice; Varus, bewitched by Mariamne, strutted a dragoon; and the whole establishment showed it was under very bad management. Fuzelier collected some of these parodies,[4] and not unskilfully defends their nature and their object against the protest of La Motte, whose tragedies had severely suffered from these burlesques. His celebrated domestic tragedy of Inez de Castro, the fable of which turns on a concealed and clandestine marriage, produced one of the happiest parodies in Agnes de Chaillot. In the parody the cause of the mysterious obstinacy of Pierrot the son, in persisting to refuse the hand of the daughter of his mother-in-law Madame la Baillive, is thus discovered by her to Monsieur le Baillif:—
“Mon mari, pour le coup j’ai découvert l’affaire, Ne vous étonnez plus qu’à nos désirs contraire, Pour ma fille, Pierrot, ne montre que mépris: Voilà l’unique objet dont son cœur est épris.” (Pointing to Agnes de Chaillot.
The Baillif exclaims,
“Ma servante?”
This single word was the most lively and fatal criticism of the tragic action of Inez de Castro, which, according to the conventional decorum and fastidious code of French criticism, grossly violated the majesty of Melpomene, by giving a motive and an object so totally undignified to the tragic tale. In the parody there was something ludicrous when the secret came out which explained poor Pierrot’s long concealed perplexities, in the maid-servant bringing forward a whole legitimate family of her own! La Motte was also galled by a projected parody of his “Machabees”—where the hasty marriage of the young Machabeus, and the sudden conversion of the amorous Antigone, who, for her first penitential act, persuades a youth to marry her, without first deigning to consult her respectable mother, would have produced an excellent scene for the parody. But La Motte prefixed an angry preface to his Inez de Castro; he inveighs against all parodies, which he asserts to be merely a French fashion (we have seen, however, that it was once Grecian), the offspring of a dangerous spirit of ridicule, and the malicious amusement of superficial minds.—“Were this true,” retorts Fuzelier, “we ought to detest parodies; but we maintain, that far from converting virtue into a paradox, and degrading truth by ridicule, Parody will only strike at what is chimerical and false; it is not a piece of buffoonery so much as a critical exposition. What do we parody but the absurdities of dramatic writers, who frequently make their heroes act against nature, common sense and truth? After all” he ingeniously adds, “it is the public, not we, who are the authors of these PARODIES; for they are usually but the echoes of the pit, and we parodists have only to give a dramatic form to the opinions and observations we hear. Many tragedies,” Fuzelier, with admirable truth, observes, “disguise vices into virtues, and PARODIES unmask them.” We have had tragedies recently which very much required parodies to expose them, and to shame our inconsiderate audiences, who patronised these monsters of false passions. The rants and bombast of some of these might have produced, with little or no alteration of the inflated originals, “A Modern Rehearsal,” or a new “Tragedy for Warm Weather.”
Of PARODIES, we may safely approve of their legitimate use, and even indulge their agreeable maliciousness; while we must still dread that extraordinary facility to which the public, or rather human nature, are so prone, as sometimes to laugh at what, at another time, they would shed tears.
Tragedy is rendered comic or burlesque by altering the station and manners of the persons; and the reverse may occur, of raising what is comic and burlesque into tragedy. On so little depends the sublime or the ridiculous! Beattie says “In most human characters there are blemishes, moral, intellectual, or corporeal; by exaggerating which, to a certain degree, you may form a comic character; as by raising the virtues, abilities, or external advantages of individuals, you form epic or tragic characters;” a subject humourously touched upon by Lloyd, in the prologue to “The Jealous Wife.”
“Quarrels, upbraidings, jealousies, and spleen, Grow too familiar in the comic scene; Tinge but the language with heroic chime, ’Tis passion, pathos, character sublime. What big round words had swell’d the pompous scene, A king the husband, and the wife a queen!”
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This apology for Parody, extracted from “The Curiosities of Literature,” was written by the late Mr. Isaac D’Israeli more than fifty years ago. Mr. Isaac D’Israeli was a Jewish gentleman of great literary attainments, and of a most amiable character. He was the father of the late Benjamin Disraeli, Earl of Beaconsfield. Mr. Isaac D’Israeli died in 1848.
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Dr. Oliver Goldsmith,
Born at Pallas, in the County of Longford, Ireland, Nov. 29, 1728,
Died in Brick Court, Temple, London, April 4, 1774.

efore quoting the Parodies on the Poems of Oliver Goldsmith, mention must be made of three instances, in which he, himself, borrowed ideas from French sources. These are the well-known “Elegy on the Glory of her Sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize,” the “Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog,” and the favourite verses, entitled “Stanzas on Woman,” commencing “When lovely woman stoops to folly,” which appeared in “The Vicar of Wakefield,” when first published in 1765. Before Goldsmith settled down in London as a struggling man of letters, he had spent some time wandering about on the Continent, and had obtained a fairly good insight into foreign literature. He had, therefore, in all probability seen the poems of Ségur, printed in Paris in 1719, in which the following lines occur:—

“Lorsqu’une femme, après trop de tendresse, D’un homme sent la trahison, Comment, pour cette si douce foiblesse, Peut-elle trouver une guérison? Le seul remède qu’elle peut ressentir. La seule revanche pour son tort Pour faire trop tard l’amant repentir, Hélas! trop tard,—est la mort.”[5]
These he appears to have almost literally translated, thus:—
When lovely woman stoops to folly And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from ev’ry eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom—is to die.
A Paraphrase.
“When Woman,” as Goldsmith declares, “stoops to folly,” And finds out too late that false man can “betray,” She is apt to look dismal, and grow “melan-choly,” And, in short, to be anything rather than gay. He goes on to remark that “to punish her lover, Wring his bosom, and draw the tear into his eye, There is but one method” which he can discover That’s likely to answer—that one is “to die!” He’s wrong—the wan and withering cheek; The thin lips, pale, and drawn apart; The dim yet tearless eyes, that speak The misery of the breaking heart; The wasted form, th’enfeebled tone That whispering mocks the pitying ear; Th’ imploring glances heaven-ward thrown As heedless, helpless, hopeless here; These wring the false one’s heart enough If made of penetrable stuff. From The Black Mousquetaire (The Ingoldsby Legends.)
A Song For the Million. When Harry Brougham turns a Tory, Too late convinc’d that Whigs betray, What can revive his tarnish’d glory? What his desertion best repay? The only robe his shame to cover, To hide the brand upon his back, And best reward this faithless lover— That Peel can give him is—the sack. Punch February, 1844.
“When Lovely Woman.” When lovely woman wants a favour, And finds, too late, that man won’t bend, What earthly circumstance can save her From disappointment in the end? The only way to bring him over, The last experiment to try, Whether a husband or a lover, If he have feeling, is—to cry! From Poems and Parodies, by Phœbe Carey. Boston, 1854.
A Song. When lovely woman, prone to folly, Finds that e’en Rowland’s oils betray; What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can turn gray hairs away? The only art gray hairs to cover, To hide their tint from every eye, To win fresh praises from her lover, And make him offer—is to dye. Punch, April, 1854.
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A Remedy. When lovely woman stoops to poli- Tics, and finds it doesn’t pay, What charm can wean her from her folly, And put her in the proper way? The only plan we can discover, Is the one we now propose; That she should obtain a lover, Marry him, and mend his hose. Diogenes, 1853.
Canzonet on Crinoline. By a Wretch. When lovely woman, hooped in folly, Grows more expansive every day, And makes her husband melancholy To think what bills he’ll have to pay. When in the width of fashion swelling, With air-balloons her skirts may vie, The truth—(what hinders Punch from telling?)— Is that she looks a perfect Guy! Punch, February 21, 1857.
“Another Way.” When lovely woman, Lump of Folly, Would show the world her vainest trait; Would treat herself as child her dolly, And warn each man of sense away. The surest method she’ll discover To prompt a wink from every eye, Degrade a spouse, disgust a lover, And spoil a scalp-skin—is to dye, Shirley Brooks. 1866.
A Silly Manager. When Managers have stooped to folly, And find vulgarity won’t pay, And audiences won’t be jolly, But boldly rise and hiss the play: In order their misdeeds to cover, Some clap-trap for the gods they try Before the farce is halfway over, And insult add to injury. Fun, November 24, 1866.
Goldsmith Improved. When lovely woman takes to lollies,[6] And finds, too late, her teeth decay, What penitence can cure her follies, What chloroform her pain allay? If beauteous, she’ll be kindly pitied; If ugly, each good-tooth’d one’s butt. So she must get her mouth refitted, Or, what is better—keep it shut! The Grasshopper, July 1, 1869.
Beautiful for Ever. When lovely woman, still a maiden, Finds her locks are turning grey, What art can keep their hue from fading? What balm can intercept delay? The only art her age to cover, To hide the change from every eye, To quell repentance in her lover, And soothe his bosom is—to dye. Kottabos. Dublin, W. McGee, 1872.
Fashion. When lovely woman stoops to fashion And finds it like man’s fancy change, What can reclaim the truant passion, And capture it no more to range? The only way to curb love’s passion. And charm her fickle lover’s eye, To bring the colour to her chignon— As the old joke says is—to dye. The Hornet.
Stanzas on Woman—by o. g. When lovely woman takes to rinking, And finds how hard the asphalte’s got, What charm can save her heart from sinking, What art can heal the injured spot? The only plan she can pursue, To save herself another fall, In fact the only thing to do, In future’s not to rink at all. The Idylls of the Rink, 1876.
Stanzas on Woman. By a modern Goldsmith. When lovely woman reads Le Follet, And tries her best to men betray; She makes herself a pretty dolly, But fritters all her soul away. When she grows old, and charms decay, And crow’s-feet come beneath each eye; When skin is wrinkled—hair is grey— Her only chance is then—to dye! The Figaro, January 1, 1873.
Stanzas on Man. By Dr. Silversmith. When foolish man consents to marry, And finds, too late, his wife a shrew, When she her point in all must carry, ’Tis hard to say what’s best to do! In hopes the breeches to recover, To hide his shame from every eye. To be as free as when her lover His only method is—to fly.
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A Bit of Goldsmith’s Work New Gilt. When lovely woman once so jolly, Finds, late in life, that hair grows grey, How make her case less melancholy, How hide Time’s step that none can stay? The only way his track to cover, To mask her age from every eye, And if she have a spoon for lover To keep him still “spoons,” is—to dye!
On a Breach of Promise. When lovely woman finds that breaches Of promise are her suitor’s wear, What is it the black record bleaches, And comforts the deserted fair? To punish the unfaithful lover, Where only he’ll his falsehood rue, Substantial damages recover— Pursue him not, but his purse sue!
Venus Imitatrix. [Another Ladies Club is starting at the West-end.—See Society Journals.] (Sung by a Clubbess). When lovely woman’s melancholy Because her husband stays away From home, pursuing some mad folly, (“’Tis business, love,” they always say). The only plan to teach him manners, And cure the midnight latchkey hub, Is, dears, to march beneath our banners— So, ladies, come and join our club.
Stanzas on Woman. When lovely woman longs to marry, And snatch a victim from the beaux, What charms the soft design will carry? What art will make the men propose? The only art her schemes to cover, To give her wishes sure success, To gain, to fix a captive lover, And “wring his bosom,” is TO DRESS.
On Mr. Odger. (Formerly Candidate for Southwark.) When stupid Odger stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What thought can make him once more jolly? What hope can drive his spite away? The only thought his rage to smother Is one we’ll hope will turn out true; ’Tis thus he mutters, “You’re another; As you’ve Hughes’d me, they’ll use you too.” Judy.
Fashion. When foolish woman stoops to fashion, And finds tight-lacing doesn’t pay, But turns her grey, and brings a rash on Her nose no powder charms away; What best the horrid tints can cover? What hide the truth from every eye, Defying e’en keen sighted lover? ’Tis to Enamel and to Dye. Grins and Groans, 1882.
Mint Sauce for Lamb. (After Goldsmith.) When man, less faithful than the colley, Deserts his love and goes astray, What art can make the maiden jolly? What charm can drive her grief away? The way her grief to overcome is, Instead of lying down to die, To claim three thou for breach of promise, And show her swain the reason why. Judy, August 24, 1881.
Woman’s Rights.
[Mrs. Longshore Potts says that, if a woman fall in love, custom ought not to debar her making some proposal.]
When lovely woman’s melancholy, And finds she’s in a love-sick way, Must she be bound by custom’s folly, And never more her love betray? No! Helen must her heart discover To Modus; but if all in vain, And he should scorn to be her lover, Her sole resource is—try again. Fun, March 25, 1885.
The Omnibus. (By an Old Bachelor.) If lovely woman seeks to enter The crowded ’bus in which you ride, Have you the heart to discontent her. Or would you rather go outside? I’m brute enough, I dare to state, Although it may the lady vex, To keep my seat, and let her wait— I’ve “bussed” too many of the sex. Gossip, May 16, 1885.
When lovely woman pines in folly Because her hair is turning gray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can drive her grief away? The only art her woe to cover, To hide her age from every eye, To come the gum-game o’er her lover And to make her happy—is to dye! Detroit Free Press, August, 1885.
The following, signed “By the Ghost of Goldsmith,” was picked up in the Queen’s Bench Division Court after the termination of the trial, Foli v. Bradshaw, that being an action for assault brought by the eminent singer, in May, 1884:—
“When lovely woman stoops to Foli, And lets her son with cudgels play, An action soon brings melancholy, And damages one has to pay.”
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The two other before-named poems by Goldsmith, which can be traced to a French source, are so similar in style that they may be both given together, followed by the French original:—
An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.
Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran Whene’er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends; But, when a pique began, The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around from all the neighbouring streets The wondering neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound it seemed both sore and sad To ev’ry Christian eye; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That shew’d the rogues they ly’d; The man recover’d of the bite, The dog it was that dy’d.
An Elegy. On the Glory of her Sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize. Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom passed her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor— Who left a pledge behind. She strove the neighbourhood to please, With manners wondrous winning, And never followed wicked ways— Unless when she was sinning. At church in silk and satin new, With hoop of monstrous size; She never slumbered in her pew— But when she shut her eyes. Her love was sought, I do aver, By twenty beaux and more; The King himself has followed her— When she has walk’d before. But now her wealth, and finery fled, Her hangers on cut short all; The doctors found, when she was dead— Her last disorder, mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent-street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more, She had not died to-day! Goldsmith.
The following Chanson du Fameux la Galisse, taken from Ménagiana, 1729, must have supplied hints for the construction of the foregoing poems:—
“LE FAMEUX LA GALISSE.” Messieurs, vous plait-il d’ouir L’air du fameux la Galisse, Il pourra vous rejouir, Pourvû qu’il vous divertisse. La Gallisse eut peu de bien, Pour soutenir sa naissance; Mais il ne manqua de rien, Dès qu’il fut dans l’abondance. Bien instruit dès le berçeau, Jamais, tant il fut honnête, Il ne mettoit son chapeau Qu’il ne se couvrit la tête. Il étoit affable et doux, De l’humeur de feu son père, Et n’entroit guère en courroux, Si ce n’est dans la colere. Il buvoit tous les matins Un doight tiré de la tonne, Et mangeant chez les voisins, Il s’y trouvoit en personne. Il vouloit dans ses repas Des mets exquis et fort tendres, Et faisoit son Mardi gras, Toujours la veille des Cendres. Ses valets étoient soigneux De le servir d’andouillettes, Et n’oublioient pas les œufs Surtout dans les omelettes. De l’inventeur du raisin Il révéroit la mémoire, Et pour bien gouter le vin, Jugeoit qu’il en falloit boire. Il disoit que le nouveau Avoit pour lui plus d’amorce, Et moins il y mettoit d’eau Plus il y trouvoit de force. Il consultoit rarement Hippocrate et sa doctrine, Et se purgeoit seulement, Quand il prenoit médecine. Au piquet par tout payis, Il jouoit suivant sa pante, Et comptoit quatre vingt dix, Lorsqu’il marquoit un nonante. Il savoit les autres jeux Qu’on joue à l’Académie, Et n’etoit pas malheureux Tant qu’il gagnoit la partie. 7 On s’étonne sans raison D’une chose très commune; C’est qu’il vendit sa maison, Il faloit qu’il en eut une. Il aimoit à prendre l’air, Quand la saison étoit bonne, Et n’attendoit pas l’hyver, Pour vendanger en automne. Il épousa, ce dit on, Une vertueuse Dame; S’il avoit vêcu garçon, Il n’auroit point eu de femme. Il en fut toujours cheri, Elle n’étoit point jalouse; Si tot qu’il fut son mari, Elle devint son épouse. Il passa près de huit ans Avec elle, fort à l’aise, En eut jusqu’à huit enfans, C’étoit la moitié de seize. On dit que dans ses amours, Il fut caressé des belles, Que le suivirent toujours, Tant qu’il marcha devant elles. D’un air galant et badin, Il courtisoit sa Caliste, Sans jamais être chagrin Qu’au moment qu’il etoit triste. Il brilloit comme un Soleil, Sa Chevelure étoit blonde: Il n’eut pas eu son pareil, S’il eût été seul au monde. Il eût des talens divers, Meme on assure une chose, Quand il écrivoit en vers, Qu’il n’écrivoit pas en prose. En matiére de rébus Il n’avoit pas son semblable: S’il eût fait des impromtus, Il en eût été capable. Il savoit un triolet Bien mieux que sa patenôtre: Quand il chantoit un couplet, Il n’en chantoit pas un autre. Il expliqua doctement La Physique et la Morale. Et soutint qu’une jument Etoit toujours une cavale. Par un discours sérieux Il prouva que la berluë, Et les autres maux des yeux Sont contraires à la vûe. Chacun alors applaudit A sa science inouïe, Tout homme qui l’entendit, N’avoit das perdu l’ouïe. Il prétendit en un mois Lire toute l’Ecriture, Et l’auroit lue une fois, S’il en eût fait la lecture. Par son esprit, et son air Il s’aquit le don de plaire: Le Roi l’eut fait Duc et Pair S’il avoit voulu le faire. Mieux que tout autre il savoit A la Cour jouer son role, Et jamais lorsqu’il buvoit Ne disoit une parole. Il choisissoit prudemment De deux choses la meilleure, Et répétoit fréquemment, Ce qu’il disoit à toute heure. Il fut à la verité Un danseur assez vulgaire; Mais il n’eut pas mal chanté S’il avoit voulu se taire. Il eut la goute à Paris Long tems cloué sur sa couche En y jettant les hauts cris, Il ouvroit bien fort la bouche. Lorsqu’en sa maison des champs Il vivoit libre et tranquille, On auroit perdu son temps De le chercher à la ville. On raconte, que jamais Il ne pouvoit se résoudre A charger ses pistolets Quand il n’avoit pas de poudre. Un jour il fut assiné Devant son Juge ordinaire. S’il eût été condamné Il eut perdu son affaire. On ne le vit jamais las, Ni sujet à la paresse, Tandis qu’il ne dormoit pas, On tient qu’il veillait sans cesse. Il voyageoit volontiers, Courant partout le Royaume Quand il étoit à Poitiers Il n’étoit pas à Vendôme. Il se plaisoit en bateau, Et soit en paix, soit en guerre, Il alloit toujours par eau A moins qu’il n’alla par terre. Une fois s’étant fourré Dans un profond marécage, Il y seroit demeuré, S’il n’eut pu trouver passage. Il fuioit asses l’excês, Mais dans les cas d’importance, Quand il se mettoit en frais, Il se mettoit en dépense. Dans un superbe tournoi Pret a fournir sa carrière, Il parut devant le Roi, Il n’etoit donc pas derrière. Monté sur un cheval noir, Les Dames le reconnurent, Et c’est la qu’il se fit voir, A tout ceux qui l’apperçurent. Mais bien qu’il fût vigoureux, Bien qu’il fit le Diable à quatre Il ne renversa que ceux Qu’il eut l’addresse d’abattre. C’etoit un homme de cœur Insatiable de gloire; Lorsqu’il etoit le vainqueur Il remportoit la victoire. 8 Les places qu’il attaquoit A peine osoient se défendre, Et jamais il ne manquoit Celles qu’on lui voyait prendre. Un devin pour deux testons Lui dit d’une voix hardie, Qu’il mourroit de là les monts, S’il mourrait en Lombardie. Il y mourut ce Heros, Personne aujourd’hui n’en doute; Si tôt qu’il eut les yeux clos, Aussitot il ne vit goute. Il fut par un triste sort, Blessé d’une main cruelle: On croit, puisqu’il en est mort, Que la plaie etoit mortelle. Regretté de ses soldats, Il mourut digne d’envie Et le jour de son trépas Fut le dernier de sa vie. J’ai lu dans les vieux écrits Qui contiennent son histoire, Qu’il iroit en Paradis S’il etoit en Purgatoire.
Some verses of this song were translated, and published in The Mirror, November 8, 1823. They do not adhere very closely to the original.
The Happy Man. La Gallisse now I wish to touch, Droll air! if I can strike it, I’m sure the song will please you much; That is, if you should like it. La Gallisse was indeed, I grant, Not used to any dainty, When he was born—but could not want, As long as he had plenty. Instructed with the greatest care, He always was well-bred, And never used a hat to wear, But when ’twas on his head. His temper was exceeding good, Just of his father’s fashion; And never quarrels broil’d his blood, Except when in a passion. His mind was on devotion bent, He kept with care each high day, And Holy Thursday always spent, The day before Good Friday. He liked good claret very well, I just presume to think it; For ere its flavour he could tell, He thought it best to drink it. Than doctors more he loved the cook, Though food would make him gross; And never any physic took, But when he took a dose. Oh, happy, happy is the swain The ladies so adore; For many followed in his train, Whene’er he walk’d before. Bright as the sun his flowing hair In golden ringlets shone; And no one could with him compare, If he had been alone. His talents I cannot rehearse, But every one allows, That whatsoe’er he wrote in verse No one could call it prose. He argued with precision nice, The learned all declare; And it was his decision wise, No horse could be a mare. His powerful logic would surprise, Amuse, and much delight. He prov’d that dimness of the eyes Was hurtful to the sight. They lik’d him much—so it appears, Most plainly—who preferred him; And those did never want their ears, Who any time had heard him. He was not always right, ’tis true, And then he must be wrong; But none had found it out, he knew, If he had held his tongue. Whene’er a tender tear he shed, T’was certain that he wept; And he would lay awake in bed, Unless, indeed, he slept. In tilting everybody knew His very high renown; Yet no opponents he o’er-threw, But those that he knocked down. At last they smote him in the head— What hero e’re fought all? And when they saw that he was dead, They knew the wound was mortal. And when at last he lost his breath, It closed his every strife; For that sad day that sealed his death, Deprived him of his life.
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Ménage introduces Le Chanson de la Galisse without any other explanation than that it relates to the adventures of an imaginary character, he does not mention the Author’s name, nor does he refer to any other poem having any resemblance to it. Yet there was a “Chanson” written in exactly the same style and metre, recording (in burlesque it is true) the adventures of a brave French officer, named La Palice. And what makes it more remarkable is, that this poem was written by a friend of M. Gilles de Ménage, the grave and religious Bernard de la Monnoye, who conceived the idea of personifying nonsensical truths in his Complaint upon the Life and Death of La Palice; careless of attaching popular ridicule to a name which should excite only recollections of heroic and military virtue.
Concerning this Chanson de la Palice there was a long article in Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal, as 9 far back as July, 1845, from which the following notes are extracted:—
“Thanks to this strange production, we know that the famous La Palice died in losing his life, and that he would not have had his equal had he been alone in the world. Doubtless it is satisfactory to know that he could never make up his mind to load his pistols when he had no powder; and that when he wrote verse he did not write prose; or that while drinking he never spoke a word. These are certainly notable details concerning the habits and character of this great man, but it is also certain that La Palice had greater claims to admiration which may be brought to light in illustrating some stanzas of the biographical ballad. The song begins thus:—