Volume 107 — MR. PUNCH TO TWO NOBLE SPORTSMEN.

What, Ladas licked and the stout Valkyrie sunk! How are the hopes of noble champions shrunk! Oh, most unfrabjous day! No more can Rosebery boast the unbeaten "crack," No more that yacht will go "galumphing back" Prize-winner glad and gay! Punch sympathises with his friend Dunraven, Who nevermore may see return to haven That gallant, luckless yacht. Primrose, dear boy, even the fleet Ladas May yield without disgrace to Isinglass, But Bullingdon!—that's hot! Perchance the Nonconformist Conscience now May be conciliated! Anyhow The horse may "come again," But that proud yacht lies twenty fathom deep! May Neptune carefully and kindly keep That hull beneath his main. Sure there is nothing of her but should change Sea-shapen into something rich and strange. Well, England will regret With a good, sportsman by disaster struck, And hope he'll live with a new yacht—and luck To lick the Yankee yet!