The War: A-Z 829 Most wealthy men good manors have, however vulgar they; And actors still the harder slave the oftener they play; So poets can't the baize obtain, unless their tailors choose; While grooms and coachmen, not in vain, each evening seek the Mews. The dyer, who by dyeing lives, a dire life maintains; The glazier, it is known, receives his profits for his panes; By gardeners thyme is tied, 'tis true, when spring is in its prime, But time or tide won't wait for you if you are tied for time. Then now you see, my little dears, the way to make a pun; A trick which you, through coming years, should sedulously shun; The fault admits of no defence; for wheresoe'er 'tis found, You sacrifice for sound the sense; the sense is never sound. So let your words and actions too, one single meaning prove, But parents ne'er should let you go unpunished for a pun! THE WAR: A-Z AN Austrian Archduke, assaulted and assailed, Mobilising millions, marvellous mobility, John R. Edwards. LINES TO MISS FLORENCE HUNTINGDON SWEET maiden of Passamaquoddy Shall we seek for communion of souls Where the deep Mississippi meanders Ah, no!-for in Maine I will find thee There wander two beautiful rivers, Ah, sweetest of haunts! though unmentioned How fair is the Skoodoowabskooksis, When joining the Skoodoowabskook! Lines to Miss Florence Huntingdon 831 Our cot shall be close by the waters, And mirrored in Skoodoowabskook. You shall sleep to the music of leaflets, And, perhaps, of the Skoodoowabskook. Your food shall be fish from the waters, You shall quaff the most sparkling of waters, And you shall preside at the banquet, And we'll talk of the Skoodoowabskooksis, Let others sing loudly of Saco, Of Quoddy and Tattamagouche, Of Kenebeccasis and Quaco, Of Merigoniche and Buctouche, Of Nashwaak and Magaguadavique, Or Memmerimammericook : There's none like the Skoodoowabskooksis, Unknown. TO MY NOSE KNOWS he that never took a pinch, Which my nose knows? O Nose, I am as proud of thee Albert A. Forrester (Alfred Crowquill). A POLKA LYRIC Qui nunc dancere vult modo, Wants to dance in the fashion, oh! Discere debet-ought to know, Kickere floor cum heel and toe, One, two, three, Hop with me, Whirligig, twirligig, rapide. Polkam jungere, Virgo, vis, Sic agimus-then let us try: Nunc vide, Skip with me, Whirlabout, roundabout, celere. Tum læva cito, tum dextra, First to the left, and then t'other way; Aspice retro in vultu, You look at her, and she looks at you. Das palmam Change hands, ma'am; Celere-run away, just in sham. Barclay Philips. Ode for a Social Meeting A CATALECTIC MONODY! A CAT I sing, of famous memory, By catenation join'd each one to one;- As cataphracts their arms through legions bear; Their lengths, like cattle after busy day, 833 Cruikshank's Omnibus. ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER COME! fill a fresh bumper,-for why should we go logwood While the nectar still reddens our cups as they flow? decoction Pour out the rich juices still bright with the sun, dye-stuff Till o'er the brimmed crystal the rubies shall run. half-ripened apples The purple-globed-clusters their life-dews have bled; How sweet is the-breath of the fragrance they shed! For Summer's last roses-lie hid in the wines stable-boys smoking long-nines That were garnered by maidens who laughed through the |