"RESH'PROSH'TY."
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M. Carnot. "WELL, OLE F'LER, WE'VE ALL HAD JOLLY GOOD TIME—AN' I'M GOING T' AMNESTY EV'RYB'Y!! YOU—DO—SAME!!"
Tzar. "LEAVE THAT T' ME. BY TH' WAY—COULD YOU 'BLIGE ME—TRIFLIN' LOAN?"
"BUT THAT'S ANOTHER STORY."
(Rudyard Kipling passim.)
Tom's uncle by his will Left Tom in greatest glory. There was a codicil— "But that's another story." Phil wooed a fair one, Kate; She met him con amore. The damages were great— "But that's another story." Hugh's rent (for an address!) Was far and wide in ore. His suite now costs him less— "But that's another story." Of readers not a few Deem Rider Haggard gory. We have Macbeth, it's true— "But that's another story." One Joseph was enrolled— Though now a sort of Tory— A Williamite of old— "But that's another story." Some maids would make it known They'll wait till locks are hoary, But wed for love alone— "But that's another 'story.'"
IN BLACK AND WHITE.
(A Modern Glove Romance.)
That pair of gloves you wore when first we met Were what you called, I think, a "pair of loves." You won them from your cousin on a bet— That pair of gloves. Now as to colour, this or that shade proves A shade expensive, runs you into debt. Tan's universal, while a tint of dove's Particularly nice for evening. Yet Black with white stitching most my fancy moves, And such were yours. I never can forget That pair of gloves.
TOO COSTLY.
The Vicar. "Dear, dear, Mrs. Prickles, I regret to hear that Mrs. Brown has treated you so shamefully. I should counsel you to heap Coals of Fire on her head——"
Mrs. P. "Ah, Sir—that's wot I would do, as soon as look at 'er: but I can't afford it at One-an'-ninepence a 'Underdweight!"
RHODES TO ——?
Sir Henry Loch may hold the key In Africa, but all must see That Rhodes the handle hath fast grip on, Shouts "Let her rip!"—despite Lord Ripon. Cut is poor Lobengula's comb, 'Tis said that all roads lead to Rome. The new Ring that old saw explodes; Where'er we roam we're led to—Rhodes. Whether or no this Great Panjandrum (Who handles well the pen, sword, and drum) Is the true friend of Civilisation, And puts her laws in operation; At least he can maintain with pride, He has her Maxims on his side.
FABIUS FIN-DE-SIÈCLE.
[The Fabian Society, in the Fortnightly Review, has "launched a manifesto, which proposes that the Government shall be attacked by extreme Radicals because it has only met them half way."]
Strange that a "Fabian policy," up-to-date, Should be so obviously not to wait! Sure the Society's name is chosen ill! Rupert the title-rôle might fitlier fill. The Fabian Manifesto frightens no man; But just conceive the great, but cautious, Roman Heading a restive, Radical "Ugly Rush"! Though Patience suffers in the Modern Crush, Perchance the Socialistic perorator Might learn a lesson from the great Cunctator!