“Mr. Burnand's good-natured but well-directed chaff in Blue Beard,' at the Gaiety, may be said to have ridiculed that curious product of modern civilisation, the Masher, out of existence. His continued life now seems to be impossible.” - Daily Paper.

And they buried them there, where they first were born,

With gardenias on them clustered-
In the mashing garbs that they long had worn-

Near the stalls where they'd nightly mustered.
Blithely and gaily they laid them down,

Nor heard was a sob nor a sigh there ; And they carved not a line and they raised not a stoneFor tlie Mashers were worthy of neither !

Truth, March 22, 1883.


(An old story by an Old Bachelor.) (With sincere apologies to the Rev. Charles IVolle--for the

sheep's clothing.)


He felt highly absurd, as he put on his coat,

And, of course, exceedingly worried ;
He swore he'd never return to the spot,
As out of the front door he scurried.

He tried to banish her face from bis sight,

She for whom he was yearning ;
Hadn't Fred said, he knew he was right,
And that she was fond of spurning.

But who'd have thought-ah, even guessed-

That aster she had caught and bound him ; It was to be but a flirting jest,

An impartia! joke to sound him.


Not a laugh was heard, not a cheery sound,

As the song to an encore was hurried ; Not a man in the stalls to cheer was found,

On the night that the Masher was buried.
He'd come before to a parlous pass, .

Sore stricken by TRUTH's endeavour ;
But “Blue Beard” gave him his coup de grâie,

And finished him once for ever!
It killed and buried him sitting there,

By ridicule on him turning ;
Neath the shifting lime-light's brilliant glare,

With the footlights brightly burning.
His wired gardenia graced his breast,

And sodden in scent one found him,
As he sat there sucking his stick with zest,

With his three-inch collar around him.
A deep red groove in his puffy throat,

That collar's starched edge was saying ; And the bow. trimmed pumps, on which youths now dote,

Were the clocks of his hose displaying. Pearl-headed pins kept his tie in place,

And his shirt front's wealth of whiteness Made yet more sallow his pasty face,

More dazzling his chest-stud's brightness.
No thought worth thinking was in his breast,

Nor on his dull brain was flashing,
But he sat encased in his board-like vest,

Equipped for the evening's mashing.
But few and short were the leers he gave

At the chorus-girls singing before him ;
For cold and swift as an ocean wave,

The chaff of Purnand swept o'er him,
And vainly he turn'd, sore at heart and sick,

Some hose from the “ Johnnies "to borrow;
For they steadfastly sucked every one his stick,

And most bitterly thought of the morrow. They thought, as the dramatist chaffed them to death,

And foreshadowed their doom so plainly, That they next morning, with feverish breath,

Might demand devilled prawns all vainly;
That their faith in the curried egg might go,

And a cayenne salad not serve them,
Nor champagne cheer when their “tone" was low,

Nor a fricassee'd oyster nerve them !
They felt that the power to attention gain

Would surely henceforth evade them,
And that public contempt would let them remain

In the grave where a “Blue Beard” had laid them. And so, when Burnand his task had done,

And received a right warm ovation, Of all the Mashers was left not one;

'Twas complete annihilation.

Few and short were the words he haci said,

Only this--only this, “love be mine."
She gave him a rap with her fan on his head,
And laughingly left him to pine.

What was he to do? should he hate her instead?

Or weeping wail, waly willow;
Or wiping away the tears he had shed,
Launch in some fresh peccadillo?

Lightly they'd talked in the days that were gone,

In arbours and in kitchen gardens ;
Only to find his poor heart torn
By devotion, which her hard heart hardens.


The moral of this I hope you won't shun,

Don't be in your mind too enquiring,
Don't fall in love, or as sure as a gun,
You're not cared for by her you're admiring,

Talk to them civilly and leave them alone,

And this is the end of my story,
And as I don't mean to alter my tone,

I drink to all flirts “con amore.”
From Cribblings from the Poets (Jones & Piggott),
Cambridge, 1883.






CONTENTS. The Pre-Raphaelites and The Germ.

“Patience," an original opera, by Gilbert and Sullivan, John Ruskin and the Critics.

and “The Colonel,” adapted by F. C. Burnand The Grosvenor Gallery and Æsthetic Culture.

from “ The Serious Family."
Robert Buchanan and the Fleshly School of Poetry. Mr. Oscar Wilde, his Poems and Lectures.
The Esthetic Poets --A. C. Swinburne, D. G. Rossetti, Estheticism in the United States.
Williain Morris, Thomas Woolner, &c.

A Home for the Æsthetes--Bedford Park.
Lord Southesk's poem, “ Jonas Fisher,"

The beneficial influence the Esthetic Movement has Buchanan r. The Eraminer, Action for Libel.

had on Modern Poetry, Music, Painting, Dress, Punch's attacks on the Esthetes.

and the Decorative Arts.



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 somewbat puzzled to understand the full significance of the satire conveyed in the adapted comedy of “The Colonel " at the Prince of Wales's, and Mesers, 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 Æsthetic Movement in England." 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 Jr. 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 Æsthetic 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 Esthetic 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 1848. These were seven young Oxford students, namely, Holman Hunt, John Everett Millais, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Thomas Woolner, William Michael Rossetti, G. F. Stevens, and James (ollinson, 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 some held to be the head of the Sthool 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 · Asthetic 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 undonbted good it has achievell prove that the ridicure wbich has hitherto been directed against the Esthetes was both unjust and unreasonable.

"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 th 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 Æsthetic 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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