the throng is quickly scattered; et was very full the chamberof Lords, and full of strangers, come down, and feeling curious w the Earl and eke the Marquis ould get on when brought together; ne there were who thought the Marquis ould upon the Earl his back turn; me who thought the Earl would curl his ɔper lip, and snub the Marquis ; hers that the Marquis, smarting 'ith the knowledge that he'd been offered oolly on the Eastern altar, hat he had been made a victim; lad been sent to wreck his prestige,! Mongst the diplomatic breakers, Vould dig up the buried hatchet From the Quarterly's shut pages, Would dash down the friendly peace-pipe, Lay down with the Dizzian lambkin, After this they talked for four hours, THE COMMONS. As the "brave" re-seeks his wigwam, When the early spring-tide tempts him To return and scalp the "pale-face "– Where they howled and snored and hooted- Tried in vain to draw Ben Dizzy, And gave forth such endless rubbish- Came in state, too, Mr. Speaker With the mace and with his chaplain ;- "Tile" the door till prayers were over. Let us hope they prayed in earnest, For delivery from envy, Spite and malice and Kenealy. Prayed for sense (God knows most want it), Prayed for very frequent count-outs, And for early dissolution. Now the mace is on the table [Left Praying. From his oaken throne the Speaker, Tries to read it, but half through it, Then, since there is no amendment, Of the ways of Mr. Gladstone! If they think he can keep silence When the Eastern question's talked of! Could they picture Doctor "Dewdrops" Or the Common Serjeant henceforth Could be really kept from speaking. He is always running over With a tide of verbal fulness; At a moment's notice ready To break through his lips or flow out In a pamphlet from his study, Just as when the cat, Me-aw-nee, At the sight of crimson's maddened; Be it positively dangerous To allude to it in public; So on Thursday seized he on it, ALTHOUGH Parodies abound in English Literature no attempt has yet been made to pl collection of these amusing Jeux d'esprit, many of which have been composed by our greatest i It is now proposed to publish, in monthly parts, a collection of Parodies, both in ver drawn from every available source, and illustrative of all the most celebrated writings Language, together with such notes, explanatory, biographical, or bibliographical, as may elucidate the text. Each of the principal authors will be taken separately, and the series will commence with the works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, to be followed by Shakespeare, Swinburne, THood, Byron, Scott, Moore, Longfellow, Poe, Goldsmith, Gray, Lord Macaulay, Dickens. Ca and a number of other favorite authors. Full details will be given of the origin, and contents, of all the most famous collections Parodies, such as Charles Cotton's Travesties; John Phillips's Splendid Shilling; The Probatio Ireland's Shakespearian Forgeries; Hone's account of his Three Trials; The Rejected Addresses, Rejected Odes, 1813; Posthumous Parodies, 1814; Accepted Addresses; The Bon Gaultier Ballsé Rhymes, and other Parodies written by members of the Oxford and Cambridge Universities, &c., & The Editor offers no apology for Parody in itself, suffice it to say it exists, that the pul 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 ride original, more often on the contrary it does it honor, if only by taking it as worthy of imitation or bur Every endeavour will be made to render the collection complete, and free from political or other The Editor tenders his best thanks to those gentlemen who have kindly permitted extracts to b from their works, and will be grateful for information as to any Parodies which may have escaped his The series will be published in Monthly Parts, price Sixpence, or the first Twelve Parts will b to Subscribers, post free, for Five Shillings. The First Volume will be completed in Twelve Parts, for which a Title-page and Index will be issu WALTER HAMILTON, 64, Bromfelde Road, Clapham, the throng is quickly scattered; et was very full the chamberof Lords, and full of strangers, come down, and feeling curious v the Earl and eke the Marquis uld get on when brought together; ne there were who thought the Marquis uld upon the Earl his back turn; ne who thought the Earl would curl his per lip, and snub the Marquis ; hers that the Marquis, smarting ith the knowledge that he'd been offered Dolly on the Eastern altar, at he had been made a victim; ad been sent to wreck his prestige,? Longst the diplomatic breakers, Jould dig up the buried hatchet rom the Quarterly's shut pages, Vould dash down the friendly peace-pipe, Lay down with the Dizzian lambkin. After this they talked for four hours, THE COMMONS. As the "brave" re-seeks his wigwam, When the early spring-tide tempts him So unto their long-left places, To their worn and padded places, Where they sought for reputation— Where they strove for loaves and fishes Where they hounded down the helpless Where they vexèd those in office Where they howled and snored and hooted Where they quite wore out the Speaker, Tried in vain to draw Ben Dizzy, And gave forth such endless rubbish- Came in state, too, Mr. Speaker With the mace and with his chaplain ;- "Tile" the door till prayers were over. Thus all present fell to praying, Let us hope they prayed in earnest, For delivery from envy, Spite and malice and Kenealy. Prayed for sense (God knows most want it), Prayed for very frequent count-outs, And for early dissolution. Now the mace is on the table [Left Praying. From his oaken throne the Speaker, Tries to read it, but half through it, To the thought of what's before him? Then, since there is no amendment, Of the ways of Mr. Gladstone! If they think he can keep silence When the Eastern question's talked of! Could they picture Doctor "Dewdrops" Or the Common Serjeant henceforth Take from Lewis his white waistcoats, Even then, if Mr. Gladstone Could be really kept from speaking. When the Eastern question's mentioned, He is always running over With a tide of verbal fulness; At a moment's notice ready To break through his lips or flow out In a pamphlet from his study, Just as when the cat, Me-aw-nee, As the buffalo. Shu-shu-kah, At the sight of crimson's maddened; Be it positively dangerous To allude to it in public; So on Thursday seized he on it, And when he had talked a column, Whereupon the Speaker vanished, And the House broke up its sitting. Truth, February 15, 1877. THE SONG OF PAHTAHQUAHONG. "The Rev. HENRY PAHTAHQUAHONG CHASE, hereditary Chief of the Ojibway tribe, President of the Grand Council of Indians, and missionary of the Colonial and Continental Church Society at Muncey Town, Ontario, Canada, has just arrived in England, on a short visit."-The Standard. STRAIGHT across the Big-Sea-Water, Scratch himself with awful language; From the land of Hiawatha, Land of wigwams, and of wampum, Wot ye well, we'll give him welcome, We will show him all the glories Cries, "Oh, let me leave this England, Of a thousand Boards and Vestries; With Keewaydin-with the Home Wind, Punch, March 12, 1881. A jeu d'esprit somewhat in the nature of The Rejected Adaresses has recently been published burgh. It is entitled "Rejected Tercentenary Songs, with the comments of the Committee appended." Edited by Rolus Ray. It will be remembered that the Edinburgh University has just been celebrating its Tercentenary, and the contents of this amusing little sixpenny pamphlet consist of the Poems supposed to have been sent in, by matriculated students of the University, in competition for a prize of Ten Guineas, offered by the Tercentenary Committee for the best song in honour of the occasion. It contains numerous Latin and Macaronic verses, a long parody of Walt Whitman, one of Gilbert, and two of Longfellow, which I venture to quote. The first is incomplete : "I stood in the quad at midnight, PIAMATER. By Alfred Longcove. Should you ask of what I'm writing, Curling around my weary head, With the odours of the class-rooms, Of the many interruptions Through its glassy neck so slender, Let us sing to her, O students, A pæan song of natal greetings, Let us spread our banquet-tables In the halls of Edina's town. Let us drain to her good welfare Many bottles filled with good wine From the vineyard of the Loire, From the Spanish town of Xeres, From the town of great Oporto, From the country of the Deutchers, From the flow'ry land of Champagne; Let us drain the pewter tankards, Filled with Bass's bittery beer And with Dublin's triple X stout; Let us drain our glassy goblets, Filled with the wine of Gooseberry, Filled with clarets made in London, And with other imitations; Let us brew the Festive Toddy From the whisky, great Tanglefeet, On that morn— -her natal morning! Sons and daughters of old Scotland, Land of Oatcakes and of Whisky, Don your costumes made for Sunday; ye students of Edina, Put your "go-to-meetings" on you; Don ye your gowns and mortar boards; Hail to thee, the great Drug Speaker! Hail to thee, the Engine-Driver! On her natal morn be given !!! * The author of The Dagonet Ballads has produced so many pathetic poems, descriptive of the terrible miseries of our London poor, that one is rather apt to overlook the humorous poetry proceeding from the same pen. But, like all true masters of pathos, this poet of the people has the power to summon up smiles through our tears. It was well said of Tom Hood "that the blending of the grave with the gay which pervaded his writings, makes it no easy task to class his poems under the heads of serious' and comic.'" This remark applies with equal force to the poems of George R. Sims, and were it possible to anticipate the verdict of posterity we might expect to find the names of Hood and Sims classed together; indeed, so far as practical results are concerned, the philanthropical efforts of the younger poet are likely far to exceed anything that was achieved by the author of The Bridge of Sighs and The Song of the Shirt. But this is not the place to consider Mr. Siris' position as a serious writer, although, indeed, even the following poem has a moral : A PLUMBER. (An Episode of a rapid Thaw.) THE dirty snow was thawing fast, As through the London streets there passed A youth, who, mid snow, slush, and ice, Exclaimed, "I don't care what's the priceA Plumber!" * We shall not publish the vocabulary with this song.-ED. |