AIRS RESUMPTIVE.

Whenas to shoot my Julia goes, Then, then, (methinks) how bravely shows That rare arrangement of her clothes! So shod as when the Huntress Maid With thumping buskin bruised the glade, She moveth, making earth afraid. Against the sting of random chaff Her leathern gaiters circle half The arduous crescent of her calf. Unto th' occasion timely fit, My love's attire doth show her wit, And of her legs a little bit. Sorely it sticketh in my throat, She having nowhere to bestow't, To name the absent petticoat. In lieu whereof a wanton pair Of knickerbockers she doth wear, Full windy and with space to spare. Enlargèd by the bellying breeze, Lord! how they playfully do ease The urgent knocking of her knees! Lengthways curtailèd to her taste A tunic circumvents her waist, And soothly it is passing chaste. Upon her head she hath a gear Even such as wights of ruddy cheer Do use in stalking of the deer. Haply her truant tresses mock Some coronal of shapelier block, To wit, the bounding billy-cock. Withal she hath a loaded gun, Whereat the pheasants, as they run, Do make a fair diversiòn. For very awe, if so she shoots, My hair upriseth from the roots, And lo! I tremble in my boots!

THE SEVEN AGES OF ROSEBERY. [Mr. St. Loe Strachey has written an article in the Nineteenth Century, entitled, "The Seven Lord Roseberies."] Parliament's a stage, And, Peers or Commoners, they are merely players: They have their exits and their entrances, And one Peer in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven stages. First the Home-Ruler, Mewling and puking in Nurse Gladstone's arms; And then the Union Schoolboy, with his satchel, And smooth-cut morning face, creeping like snail Unwilling to Joe's school. And then the Boss, Working like nigger, with a dithyrambic Made to the County Council. Then a Socialist, Full of strange aims, bearded like Bernard Shaw, Jealous of Ground Rents, quick with Land to quarrel, Seeking the fleeting bubble, Betterment, E'en at Monopoly's mouth. And then the Premier, High above Party, with a pleasant joke On the predominant partner and his claims; Full of light jests and modern mugwumpisms; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the smooth-cheeked, inexpressive Sphinx With finger at her nose's knowing side, Dizzy's old pose well mimicked, "cute" and "wide," With a cold eye and an oracular voice, Which, tuned to cynic lightness, puzzles much The Radical Œdipus. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Newmarket Rosebery, Ladas-owner, Lord,— Sans grit, sans nous, sans go, sans everything!