Government brief, which, sitting in judgment, he had the effrontery to flaunt in the face of the accused." THE MAY OF THE QUEEN. (The Land League Boy to his Mother). You must wake and call me early; call me early mother dear; To-morrow will be the saddest time of Ireland's sad new year. Of all this threat'ning year, mother, the blackest, foulest, day, For I'm to be tried by Judge May, mother, I'm to be tried by Judge May. There's many a black, black crime, mother, they charge against your lad; There's Boycotting and murder, and everything that's bad; And I'm bound to be convicted, though innocent, they say For I'm to be tried by Judge May, mother, I'm to be tried by Judge May. You know I wasn't there, mother, when all the row was made; I never made a wicked speech, or lead a Land League raid; But the judge has made up his mind to put your boy away For I'm to be tried by Judge May, mother, I'm to be tried by Judge May. So wake and call me early; call me early, mother dear, For at ten o'clock, before the Court, I'm summoned to appear. There's little chance of justice, he's a partisan they say This fierce and biassed judge, mother, this Lord Chief Justice May. THE PLAY KING. (Not included in Mr. Tennyson's New Volume). You may take and bill me early, bill me early, HENRY dear; I'm going to make the biggest hit of all the coming year; Of all the coming year, HENRY, the safest spec to pay; For I'm going to write you a play, HENRY, I'm going to write you a play. There's lots of blank blank verse, you know, but none so neat as mine; There's GILBERT, and there's WILLS, and-well, some others in their line; But none of them are Laureates, though clever in their way; So I'm going to write you a play, HENRY, I'm going to These verses had reference to the announcement that the Poet Laureate was writing a tragedy to be produced at the Lyceum Theatre.-The Cup was indeed a greater success than most of Mr. Tennyson's previous dramatic productions, but it owed its popularity to splendid acting, and the magnificent mise-en-scene, far more than to its merits as a play, beautiful as it was as a poem —It was produced on the 19th February, In The Referee for December 2, 1882, the following parodies were published. It will be noticed that the first part imitates Cowper's John Gilpin, the second part Tennyson's May Queen, and the third part Campbell's Hohenlinden. "I beg very humbly to submit a poem to the "royal family, the Bench, the Bar, and the "British public on the opening of the new Law "Courts." A MEDLEY FOR MONDAY. Of Volunteers a captain he Of famous London town. John Bulljohn's mother said, "My dear, "To-morrow to the new Law Courts Says John, "Good gracious! so she does- And ere he went to bed, J. B. His aged ma did kiss; And, feeling like a boy again, You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all this famous year; Of all this famous year, mother, the grandest, jolliest day, For look on our Queen we may, mother, look on our Queen we may. There's many a loyal heart, they say, but none so true as mine, There's Sandy and there's Dougal. across the Border line; But none SO true as Johnny, not e'en by Alum Bay, So look on my Queen I may, mother, look on my Queen I may. All the Strand, dear mother, 'll be gay with flag and green, And they're selling seats in windows for gold to see the Queen; O long shall Johnny remember the Law Courts' opening day, When look on the Queen he may, mother, look on the Queen he may. In London when the Queen was low, Too sad at heart about to go, Or in our streets her face to show But London saw another sight To where the new Law Courts were made, O, how the English crowd hoorayed! Then shook the sky with thunder riven, The longest and most important work (by many also considered the finest) of Alfred Tennyson is the collection of Arthurian Idyls, known as the Idyls of the King. These were originally published in detached parts, in somewhat irregular order, but in recent editions Mr. Tennyson has striven to arrange them in a consecutive and connected form. The first to appear in order of date was the Morte d'Arthur, which was published in the 1842 volume, in the later arrangement of the poems this has been absorbed into the last Idyl, entitled "The Passing of Arthur." In the original it commenced thus: "So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : I perish by this people which I made,— I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm take Excalibur, And fling him far into the middle mere: This mission was distasteful to Sir Bedivere, who exclaims : "And if indeed I cast the brand away, The King is sick, and knows not what he does. Thus much of the original must indeed be in one's thoughts ere the Voyage de Guillaume can be appreciated; it recounts the holiday trip of the Prime Minister to the north last September. It will be remembered that Mr. Gladstone was the guest of Sir Donald Currie, on board the Pembroke Castle, and that Mr. Tennyson was also one of the party. VOYAGE DE GUILLAUME.-A FRAGMENT. To the Editor of the St. James's Gazette. SIR,-I have received the following lines from North Britain. Evidently it was not without reason that the Prime Minister was accompanied on his cruise by the Poet Laureate. I am, Sir, your obedient servant, So all the year the noise of talk had roared Before the Speaker's chair at Westminster, Until King Guillaume's council, man by man Were tired to death, as also was their Chief, King Guillaume. Then, observing he was bored, The bold Sir Donald C. invited him (Sir Donald C., the last of all his knights) And bore him off to Barrow by the seaBarrow-in-Furness, with a ruined church That stood beside the melancholy waves. Then spoke King Guillaume to Sir Donald C. : "Next session will most probably upset The goodliest Ministry of virtuous men Whereof this world holds record. Not for long Shall we contrive our schemes of policy, Meeting within the offices and halls Of Downing Street, as in the days that were. I perish by these voters which I makeAlthough Sir Andrew says that I may live To rule once more; but let what will be, be. He tells me that it is not good for me To cut down oaks at Haw'rden, as before. Thou, therefore, take my axe Exbrummagem, Which was my pride-for thou rememberest how The lustiest tree would fall beneath my strokesBut now delay not; take Exbrummagem, And fling him overboard when out at sea.' Then bold Sir Donald took Exbrummagem, And went, and lighted his cigar, and thought: "And if, indeed, I cast the axe away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost for ever from the earth, H. H. Then came Sir Donald, gave the King his arm, And like a prostrate oak-tree lay the King Shot through the lists at Westminster, and charged From the St. James's Gazette, Sept. 19, 1883. In The Referee for December 2, 1882, the following parodies were published. It will be noticed that the first part imitates Cowper's Fohn Gilpin, the second part Tennyson's May Queen, and the third part Campbell's Hohenlinden. "I beg very humbly to submit a poem to the "royal family, the Bench, the Bar, and the "British public on the opening of the new Law "Courts." A MEDLEY FOR MONDAY. Of Volunteers a captain he Of famous London town. John Bulljohn's mother said, "My dear, Says John, "Good gracious! so she does- And ere he went to bed, J. B. His aged ma did kiss; And, feeling like a boy again, You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all this famous year; Of all this famous year, mother, the grandest, jolliest day, For look on our Queen we may, mother, look on our Queen we may. There's many a loyal heart, they say, but none so true as mine, There's Sandy and there's Dougal. across the Border line; But none SO true as Johnny, not e'en by Alum Bay, So look on my Queen I may, mother, look on my Queen I may. All the Strand, dear mother, 'll be gay with flag and green, And they're selling seats in windows for gold to see the Queen; O long shall Johnny remember the Law Courts' opening day, When look on the Queen he may, mother, look on the Queen he may. In London when the Queen was low, Too sad at heart about to go, Or in our streets her face to show But London saw another sight To where the new Law Courts were made, O, how the English crowd hoorayed! Then shook the sky with thunder riven, The longest and most important work (by many also considered the finest) of Alfred Tennyson is the collection of Arthurian Idyls, known as the Idyls of the King. These were originally published in detached parts, in somewhat irregular order, but in recent editions Mr. Tennyson has striven to arrange them in a consecutive and connected form. The first to appear in order of date was the Morte d'Arthur, which was published in the 1842 volume, in the later arrangement of the poems this has been absorbed into the last Idyl, entitled "The Passing of Arthur." In the original it commenced thus :- Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : I perish by this people which I made,- take Excalibur, And fling him far into the middle mere: This mission was distasteful to Sir Bedivere, who exclaims : "And if indeed I cast the brand away, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men. The King is sick, and knows not what he does. Thus much of the original mast indeed be in one's thoughts ere the Voyage de Guillaume can be appreciated; it recounts the holiday trip of the Prime Minister to the north last September. It will be remembered that Mr. Gladstone was the guest of Sir Donali Carrie, on board the Pembroke Castle, and that Mr. Tennyson was also one of the party. VOYAGE DE GUILLAUME-A FRAGMENT. To the Editor of the St. James's Gazzle. SIR, I have received the following lines from North Britain. Evidently it was not without reason that the Prime Minister was accompanied on his cruise by the Pet Laureate.—I am, Sir, your obedient servant, So all the year the noise of talk had roared Before the Speaker's chair at Westminster, Until King Guillaume's council, man by man Were tired to death, as also was their Chief, King Guillaume. Then, observing he was bored, The bold Sir Donald C. invited him (Sir Donald C., the last of all his knights) And bore him off to Barrow by the seaBarrow-in-Furness, with a ruined church That stood beside the melancholy wares. Then spoke King Gallamme to Sir Donald C. : Of Downing Street, as in the days that were. re To rule once more; bet let what will be bel To cut down oaks at Hawrien, as before. Then bold Sir Donald took Extrimmagen And went, and lighted has ciger, and thong: "And if, indeed. I cast the are away. Surely a precious thing, soe way we H. H. The King is cross, and knows not what he says. It might be brought out by some lecturer, Then came Sir Donald, gave the King his arm, And like a prostrate oak-tree lay the King From the St. James's Gazette, Sept. 19, 1883. In the same 1842 volume, appeared "Godiva," "Locksley Hall," "Break, Break, Break," and "The Eagle," of each of which there are some excellent parodies.-The old legend of Lady Godiva, so beautifully retold in blank verse by the Laureate, has recently been sadly vulgarised by the processions at Coventry, and the following poem describes, not unfairly, the scene, in which a somewhat prominent actress stooped to sustain the part of the Lady Godica. THE MODERN LADY GODIVA. I journeyed by the train to Croentry; Not even were it to remove a tax As the rode fork a thiwasi zen lad: So was sented there sonic se brzo |