UNDER THE ROOSE.
Reading edition
Rondel by a Restored One.
(Some way after a Swinburnian Model.)
Under the Roose! Decay seemed slow but sure, The golden chord Mors, lingering, aimed to loose; But kindness, care, and skill work wondrous cure, Under the Roose! The patient probably had played the goose, Liverish, listless, yielding to the lure Of overstrain, caught in neglect's sly noose. But symptoms pass if patience but endure, And Robson's regimen brooks no excuse. Nerves get re-strung, the brisk blood pulses pure, Under the Roose!
Old Proverb Verified.—"Miss Verne, whose renown as a pianist is rapidly increasing, has hitherto been known to concert-goers as Miss Mathilde Wurm." So at last "the Wurm has turned," and become Miss Verne!
What our Evening Papers are coming to (suggested by the newest thing in Pink and Green).—Penny plain, and halfpenny coloured!
1893; OR, THE GOVERNMENT GUILLOTINE.
["Here comes a light to light us to bed, And a chopper to cut off the last—last—last Amendment's head!" Old Nursery Rhyme "amended."]
There once was a Government good— (All Governments are, so they tell us!)— Who found themselves deep "in the wood," And a little bit blown in the "bellows." Their foes, who were many and mean, Persistently hunted and harried 'em. Their time they to spend meant On bogus "Amendment;" They moved such by hundreds—and all to befriend meant— Jawed round 'em, and—now and then—carried 'em! Singing fol-de-rol-lol-de-rol-lol! That Government upped and it said— "We seem to be getting no forrader. It's time to go 'full steam ahead!' Bella horrida couldn't be horrider, So let's declare 'war to the knife!' Dr. Guillotin's knife, sharp and summary, We must put a stopper On Unionist 'whopper,' Or else the best Government must come a cropper Along of their falsehood and flummery!" Singing fol-de-rol-lol-de-rol-lol! "Doctor Guillotin claimed that his blade Was 'a punishment sure, quick, and uniform,' So when sham 'Amendment' has laid On the table its paltry and puny form, We'll just give it time to turn round, And if it's prolix or cantankerous, To the block be it led And then—off with its head!"— Well, for summary shrift there is much to be said, When the criminal's rowdy and rancorous. Singing fol-de-rol-lol-de-rol-lol!