V CYNICISM GOOD AND BAD LUCK GOOD LUCK is the gayest of all gay girls; But Madame Bad Luck soberly comes Snatches of true-love songs she hums, And sits by your bed, and brings her knitting. BANGKOLIDYE "GIMME my scarlet tie," Says I. "Gimme my brownest boots and hat, Gimme a vest with a pattern fancy, Gimme a gel with some style, like Nancy, And then-well, it's gimes as I'll be at, Says I. "May miss it, but we'll try," Says I. Nancy ran like a frightened 'en Hup the steps of the bloomin' styeshun. John Hay. Bangkolidye An' the two returns was five-and-ten. Says I. "This atmosphere is 'igh," Says I. Twelve in a carriage is pretty thick, When 'ite of the twelve is a sittin', smokin'; Syin' she 'oped as we shouldn't be sick; Says I. "Three styeshuns we've porst by," Says I. "So hout we get at the next, my gel." When we got hout, she wer pale and saint-like, White in the gills, and sorter faint-like, An' said my cigaw 'ad a powerful smell, "Well, it's the sime as I always buy," Says I. "Ites them clouds in the sky," Says I. "Don't like 'em at all," I says, "that's flat- I wish as I'd brought my other 'at.” "You thinks too much of your finery," Says I. "Keep them sanwidjus dry," Says I, When the rine came down in a reggiler sheet. But what can yo do with one umbrella, And a damp gel strung on the arm of a fella? "Well, rined-on 'am ain't pleasant to eat, If yer don't believe it, just go an try." Says I. 335 "There is some gels whort cry," Says I. "And there is some don't shed a tear, But just get tempers, and when they has'em As on'y a dorg could bear to 'ear." This unto Nancy by-and-by, Says I. All's hover now. And why, Says I. But why did I wear them boots, that vest? The bloom is off 'em; they're sad to see; And hev'rythin's off twixt Nancy and me; Says I. Barry Pain PENSÉES DE NOËL WHEN the landlord wants the rent Of your humble tenement; When the Christmas bills begin When you pay your gas and poor rate, When the man who brings the coal A Ballade of an Anti-Puritan When you roam from shop to shop, Though for three successive days When mince-pies you can't digest Bear with fortitude and patience 337 A. D. Godley. A BALLADE OF AN ANTI-PURITAN THEY spoke of Progress spiring round, And said, "I feel a little bored; Will someone take me to a pub?" The new world's wisest did surround I did not think their views profound, I want a mash and sausage, “scored "- I know where Men can still be found, And virtues growing from the ground, And hope, that is a hardy shrub, And goodness, that is God's last word Will someone take me to a pub? ENVOI Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword To see the sort of knights you dub Is that the last of them-O Lord! Will someone take me to a pub? G. K. Chesterton. PESSIMISM IN the age that was golden, the halcyon time, Then the milk and the honey flew free and were prime, In the times that are guilty the winds are perverse, Newton Mackintosh. |