A "MAN IN ARMOUR" TO THE MULTITUDE.

Remember, remember, the Ninth of November! A civic procession you've got! I know no reason why L. C. C. treason Should send the old custom to pot. There is a great glamour about men in armour, Will London turn out all a-pant At sound of the bugle to stare at Mcdougall, Or hear Mrs. Ormiston Chant? Though city crowds hurtle to welcome the turtle, And shout at the Mayor and the mace; What Council Committee will choke up the City With mobs and a smile on each face? The old "panorama"'s a popular drama. An alderman may be a glutton; But multitudes jog after Magog and Gog Who don't care a button for Hutton. So remember, remember, the Ninth of November! A holiday glorious you've got; But "unification" will rob the whole nation Of one good old spree—which is rot!