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Copies may be ordered of WALTER HAMILTON, 64, Bromfelde Road, Clapham, S.W., or of the

Publishers, Messrs. REEVES & TURNER, 196, Strand, W.C,

Notices of the Press.

MR. E, L. BLANCHARD says: “There are many playgoers who are somewhat puzzled to understand the full significance of the satire conveyed in the adapted comedy of “The Colonel” at the Prince of Wales's, and Messrs. Gilbert and Sullivan's original comic opera of “ Patience," still prolonging its singularly successful career at the Savoy Theatre. To these, and many others, may be safely commended a curiously interesting book, just published, called “The Esthetic Movement in Eagland." The author, Mr. Walter Hamilton, has treated a very important subject with much care and considerable research. His chapters on the painters and poets of the Esthetic school are excellently written and replete with information not readily accessible, while his sketch of the career of Mr. Oscar Wilde will solve many questions to which few, even in well-informed circles, could readily reply.-.“ Birmingham Daily Gazette.”

MR. W. M. ROSSETTI says ::-" There are, I think, many true and pointed observations in your book, and I necessarily sympathise in the general point of view which it adopts on the questions at issue.'

MR. G. A. Sala writes :-"Many thanks for your book on The Esthetic Movement in England.' It will be historically curious and valuable long after the silly opposition to the movement has passed away.”

" The West Middlesex Advertiser" thus described the scope of the work :-" The origin of the Asthetic Movement in England is here ascribed to the small circle of artists and poets who styled themselves the Pre Raphaelite Brotherhood, as far back as 1818. These were seven young Oxford students, naniely, Holman Hunt, John Everett Millais, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Thomas Woolner, William Michael Rossetti, G. F. Stevens, and James Collinson, and they started a small magazine, entitled “The Germ,” to advocate their peculiar views in art and poetry. After describing the attacks this circle was subjected to, and Mr. Ruskin's able defence of it, comes an outline of Ruskin's influence on art, and Sir Coutts Lindsay's formation of the Grosvenor Gallery, in which nearly all the most celebrated pictures of the Esthetic School have been exhibited, including the works of E. Burne-Jones, who is by sone held to be the head of the School in painting, and the peculiar paintings by J, A. M. Whistler. In connection with the latter artist, an account is given of the remarkable action for libel he brought against Mr. Ruskin.

“The chapter devoted to "Æsthetic Culture'is one that will probably excite the greatest interest and curiosity; in it the influence of the new School on art, music, architecture, furniture and dress is distinctly pointed out; and the undoubted good it has achieved prove that the ridicule which has hitherto been directed against the Esthetes was both unjust and upreasonable,

“ The poetry of the Æsthetic School is next described, and naturally leads up to an account of Robert Buchanan's attacks upon Dante Gabriel Rossetti and the Fleshly School, with the law-suit that arose out of the curious anonymous poem, “ Jonas Fisher." These chapters are full of literary details, which will interest admirers of Swinburne, Morris, Rossetti, and Buchanan, whilst the article on Oscar Wilde contains facts and anecdotes concerning that talented young poet, which will certainly be new to the general public, and extracts from his poems of a stamp likely to astonish some of those who now think it 'good form’to sneer at the Esthetic bard.

The author has throughout treated his topic in a reverent spirit; indeed, he deprecates the frivolitr of those who, without understanding its aims or meaning, choose to ridicule Estheticism, and if he is not himself an Esthete, he is at any rate an appreciative Philistine.

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ALTHOUGH Parodies abound in English Literature no attempt has yet been maile to publish a complete collection of these amusing Jous l'esprit, many of which have been composed by our greatest humourists.

It is now proposed to publish, in monthly parts, a collection of Parodies, both in verse and in prose, drawn from every available source, and illustrative of all the most celebrated writings in the English Language, together with such notes, explanatory or bibliographical, as may be required to elucidate the text..

Each of the principal authors will be taken separately, and the series will commence with Parodies of the works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, to be followed by Shakespeare, Swinburne, Wordsworth, Byron, Scott, Moore, Longfellow, Poe, Goldsmith, Gray, Lord Macaulay, Dickens, Carlyle, Ruskin, and a number of other favorite authors.

The Editor offers no apology for Parody in itself, suffice it to say it exists, that the public appear pleased with it, and that no man with literary tastes can entirely ignore it.

.As will be seen from many examples here printed the object of a Parody is very seldom to ridicule its · original more often on the contrary it does it honor, if only by taking it as worthy of imitation or burlesque.

Every endeavour will be made to render the collection complete.

The Editor tenders his best thanks to those gentlemen who have kindly permitted extracts to be taken from their works, and will be grateful for information as to any Parodies which may have escaped his notice.

The series will be published in Monthly Parts, price Sixpence, or the first Six Parts will be sent, prist free, to Subscribers for Two Shillings and Sixpence.

All subscriptions and conımunications to be addressed to


64, Bromfelde Road,



ALFRED TENNYSON (continued).

There still remain to be quoted a few amusing parodies of Tennyson's early poems, the first in order being Mariana, which was thus closely burlesqued in George Cruikshank's Comic Almanack for 1846.

At morn, the noise of boys aloof,

Inspectors orders, and the chaff Of cads upon the husses' roof,

To Poplar bound, too much by half Did prove ; but most he loathed the hour

When Mr. Jardine chose to say

Five shillings he would have to pay, Now he was in policeman's power.

Then said he, “This is very dreary ;”

“ Bail will not come,” he said ; He said, “I'll never more get beery,

But go straight home to bed!”



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leilate tht

The Bow STREET Grange.

By Alfred Tennyson.
With blackest mud, the locked-up sots

Were splashed and covered, one and all. And rusty nails, and callous knots,

Stuck from the bench against the wall. The wooden bed felt hard and strange ; Lost was the key that oped the latch ;

To light his pipe he had no match, Within the Bow Street station's range.

He only said, “It's very dreary ;"

“ Bail will not come,” he said; He said, “I have been very beery,

I would I were a bed !”

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In 1855, Messrs. G. Routledge & Co., published a small volume, by Frank E. Smedley and Edmund Hodgson Yates, entitled Mirth and Melre, which contained several excellent parodies, one entitled Boreana, after the The Ballad of Oriana; and another, called Vauxhall, which imitated Locksley Hall. Most of the parodies in the book were written by Mr. Edmund H. Yates, but he gave the credit of Boreäna to Mr. Frank Smedley, the author of several well-known novels, who died in May, 1864.

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The rain fell like a sluice that even ;

His Clarence boots could not be dried, But had been soaked since half-past seven

To get them off in vain he tried. After the smashing of his hat,

Just as the new police came by,

And took him into custody,
He thought, I've been a precious flat,

He only said, “The cell is dreary ;”

“Bail cometh not,” he said ; He said, “I must be very beery,

I wish I were in bed !"


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My brain is wearied with thy prate,

I sit and curse my hapless fate,

What time the rain pours down the gutter,
Still your platitudes you utter

Boreäna, I unholy wishes mutter,


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Ere the night-light's flame was fading,

Boreana, While the cats were serenading,

Boreäna, Sheep were bleating, oxen lowing, We heard the beasts to Smithfield going,

Boreana, You said the butcher's bill was owing,


All night within that gloomy cell

The keys within the padlock creaked; The tipsy “gents' bawled out as well,

And in the dungeons yelled and shrieked. Policemen slyly prowled about ;

Their faces glimmered through the door,

But brought not, though he did implore, One humble glass of cold without.

He only said, “ The night is dreary ;"

“Bail cometh not,” he said ;
He said, “I have been very beery,

I would I were in bed !”

At Cremorne, we two alone,

Boreana, Ere my wisdom teeth were grown,

While the dancers gaily hopped,
And the brass-band never stopped,

I to thee the question popped,



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