Now let us dip into the volumes published by Mr. Locker's brother in art, Mr. Austin Dobson, who differs from Mr. Locker chiefly in the clear-cut classicism of his verse and in the decisive brightness of his wit.. Mr. Locker's muse moves more-what shall I say?— heartily along, more careless of the exact mode of expression, or, if not really more careless, at least apparently so. Where Mr. Locker is humorous rather than witty, Mr. Dobson is witty rather than humorous. You see this in the rapid interchange of chaff in the now well-known 'Idyll in the Conservatory,' which is a gem of drawing-room persiflage: "If I were you, when ladies are so lavish, Sir, as to keep me every waltz but two, I would not dance with odious Miss MacTavish, If I were you!" There is something very clever, too, in this 'Dialogue from Plato,' in which the tone of colloquy is quite in the manner of the best society. Here, again, the persiflage is of the best: ""You're reading Greek?" "I am- and you?" "O, mine's a mere romancer "So Plato is." "Then read him-do; And I'll read mine in answer. I read: "My Plato (Plato, too,- She smiled. "My book in turn avers "But hear, the next's in stranger style: She smiled once more. "My book, I find, Then I, "Why not? Ephesian law, She blush'd-this time. "If Plato's page "Agreed!" I said. "For Socrates There is less of the spirit of persiflage in Mr. Dobson's second volume than in his first; the 'Proverbs in Porcelain' being pitched generally in a higher key. Cupid's Alley,' however, is a good specimen of this peculiar vein, whilst there is a charming air of gay insouciance in the various triolets, rondels, and rondeaux contained in the collection. What, for example, could be better than this? 'Freeze, freeze, O icy wind! To those that read the sky. "And you're unkind." Lucilla's cap's awry.' I have already quoted a little thing from Mr. Ashby-Sterry's Boudoir Ballads, the best thing in which the best thing, indeed, that the writer has produced in verse is that very pretty piece, 'Pet's Punishment,' which is in the happiest spirit of banter: 'O, if my love offended me, And we had words together, If then she, like a naughty girl, If still she tried to sulk and sigh, And smother her with roses..... And if she dared her lips to pout, But if I attempted to enumerate all the skilful persifleurs of the present day, where should I stop? There is Mr. Gilbert, from whom I have already quoted, and whose Bab Ballads would supply an inexhaustible fund of comical quotation. If there ever was a moqueur, it is he. Not only his lyric verses, but his plays, are full of the essence of persiflage-of the disposition to poke fun' at everything, from love to lollipops. Look, too, at Mr. Burnand, with his exquisite ballad of 'True to Poll' at Mr. Courthorpe, with his gracefully-humorous Paradise of Birds,' surpassed only in occasional felicity by poor Mortimer Collins's British Birds.' Look, too, at the clever work of Mr. Cholmondeley Pennell, whose Pegasus Resaddled is almost, if not quite, as mirth-provoking as his Puck on Pegasus. There is something of the true spirit of raillery in the amusing description of 'School Feeds,' reminiscent as the dénouement is of a well-known cut in Punch: 'Alone amid the festive throng It's clear you're sadly off your feed; A brother's voice? a sister's smile? Mr. Sawyer deserves to rank among the best of modern parodists. Some of his travesties are exceedingly successful; the following, on Home they brought her Warrior dead,' among the number. It is very wicked, but it is very clever. 'Home they brought her sailor son, Grown a man across the sea; Both he offer'd ere he spoke. "Tightest lad that ever stept." And she neither smiled nor wept. Here I must stay my hand, for I have not space at my disposal to do more than refer to the poetry of persiflage which has been given to us, not only by English writers like Matthew Browne, H. J. Byron, G. J. Cayley, H. Savile Clarke, H. B. Farnie, J. R. Planché, Robert Reece, G. O. Trevelyan, Godfrey Turner, and Edmund Yates, but by O. W. Holmes, Bret Harte, E. C. Stedman, J. G. Saxe, J. Russell Lowell, and other gifted Americans. have dwelt too long in very pleasant ways, and now must stop my pen. W. DAVENPORT ADAMS. I |