POLITICAL PARROTS.
liuelpides (speaking to his Jackdaw). Right oil, do ye aay ? to the tree ttiero in the distance ?
Reislhetairus (speaking to his Raven). Plague take yc! Why, this creature calls us back !—Aristophanes : “ The Birds.”
Craw craw ! Schreck . schreck ! 0 Counsellors cacophonous, (.Who’d pull down law or raise our quartern loaf on us) Your rival charivaris plague and wear us j
And poor John Bull’s worse off than Peisthetairus. Cross counsels from the Jackdaw and the Raven, The Crested Hoopoe, or tho Vulturo shaven,
In Cuckoo-Cloudland, seem mere plain simplicity Compared with thoso which pestor JonN in his City Of Parrot-Fogdom. Littlo Tharrelides
(A Jackdaw, not a Woodcock he. Quid rides ? ) Was but an innocent and artless chatterer,
Contrasted with the modern parrot-pattercr
A perch here—there—on every stump around us, Ready with shrill falsetto to confound us.
Croaking; from “ Choral Quiristers of the Marsh,” is Not half so hoarse, the fog-horn’s blast less harsh is. As rival railway whistles shrilled in chorus
So are these Parrot-shrieks that daily bore us.
But seldom have we silence, and not often ease Till we’d invoke the flail of Aristophanes
To flap the creatures dumb. Their fierce craw-crawings, Opposing shrieks, and mutual clapperclawings, Unlike Amphion’s lyre, build nothing, even A Nephelococcugia, nor, e’en given
The wails of that fantastic bird-built town again,
Could they, like Joshua’s trumpets, blow them down again.
MORE WORK FOR THE SCHOOL BOARD.
The attention of this august body has been drawn to the lamentable ignorance of Literature and Art exhibited by certain legal functionaries in a recent libel case, and tho question of starting Evening Classes for Barristers is under tho consideration of the Board. It is proposed that the Classes should be open to Judges as well as Barristers. They will be taught that “Pro,” in theatrical slang, is short for “ Professional; ” and they can also study tho “Pros ” and the “ Cons ” of any special theatrical case by seeing Miss Connie Gilchrist at the Gaiety, who is herself both a “ Pro” and a “Con,”
Our Climate.
“ Summer birds, butterflies, and flowers are being heard of all over the South of England.”—Olobe.
Wny go to Southern climes, to Naples, Nice, Why seek for sunshine in the Isles of Greece ;
When here are butterflies and birds and flow’rs Belonging to the Summer’s brightest hours ?
The reason’s plain—before these lines are read Wo may porchance have frost and snow instead.
By a Kyrle’d Darling.
Out of compliment to Princess Helen of Waldeck and Prince Leopold, every Bachelor of the Albany, if he doesn’t immediately get married, will at once go in aesthetically for Wall-dec-orations. Of course there will be plenty of Waldeck-orations at the Royal Wedding Festivities.
A PAIR OF ANTI-VIVISECTION I STS.
Sir Slangsby Jaunter. “ See that old Fellow, Miss DIANA ? That s Doctor Hatchett, who swears he’s going to find a cure for Lunatics I Just got into trouble. Been trying the effects of Extreme Terror and Bodily Fatigue on a Rabbit, and without Chloroform, too, the old ruffian ! And then iie killed it, and dissected its Brain. Going to BE nAD Ur BEFORE THE BEAK FOR IT ! BOW STREET, YOU KNOW ! ”
Miss Diana. “Serve him right, horrid man! Don’t want to know about such People. But talking of Rabbits, WHAT A SPLENDID RUN THAT SECOND HARE GAVE US TO-DAY ! THIRTY MINUTES’ GALLOP WITHOUT A CHECK !—WASN T IT LOVELY ! ! —AND I WAS IN AT THE DEATH ! ! !”
liuelpides (speaking to his Jackdaw). Right oil, do ye aay ? to the tree ttiero in the distance ?
Reislhetairus (speaking to his Raven). Plague take yc! Why, this creature calls us back !—Aristophanes : “ The Birds.”
Craw craw ! Schreck . schreck ! 0 Counsellors cacophonous, (.Who’d pull down law or raise our quartern loaf on us) Your rival charivaris plague and wear us j
And poor John Bull’s worse off than Peisthetairus. Cross counsels from the Jackdaw and the Raven, The Crested Hoopoe, or tho Vulturo shaven,
In Cuckoo-Cloudland, seem mere plain simplicity Compared with thoso which pestor JonN in his City Of Parrot-Fogdom. Littlo Tharrelides
(A Jackdaw, not a Woodcock he. Quid rides ? ) Was but an innocent and artless chatterer,
Contrasted with the modern parrot-pattercr
A perch here—there—on every stump around us, Ready with shrill falsetto to confound us.
Croaking; from “ Choral Quiristers of the Marsh,” is Not half so hoarse, the fog-horn’s blast less harsh is. As rival railway whistles shrilled in chorus
So are these Parrot-shrieks that daily bore us.
But seldom have we silence, and not often ease Till we’d invoke the flail of Aristophanes
To flap the creatures dumb. Their fierce craw-crawings, Opposing shrieks, and mutual clapperclawings, Unlike Amphion’s lyre, build nothing, even A Nephelococcugia, nor, e’en given
The wails of that fantastic bird-built town again,
Could they, like Joshua’s trumpets, blow them down again.
MORE WORK FOR THE SCHOOL BOARD.
The attention of this august body has been drawn to the lamentable ignorance of Literature and Art exhibited by certain legal functionaries in a recent libel case, and tho question of starting Evening Classes for Barristers is under tho consideration of the Board. It is proposed that the Classes should be open to Judges as well as Barristers. They will be taught that “Pro,” in theatrical slang, is short for “ Professional; ” and they can also study tho “Pros ” and the “ Cons ” of any special theatrical case by seeing Miss Connie Gilchrist at the Gaiety, who is herself both a “ Pro” and a “Con,”
Our Climate.
“ Summer birds, butterflies, and flowers are being heard of all over the South of England.”—Olobe.
Wny go to Southern climes, to Naples, Nice, Why seek for sunshine in the Isles of Greece ;
When here are butterflies and birds and flow’rs Belonging to the Summer’s brightest hours ?
The reason’s plain—before these lines are read Wo may porchance have frost and snow instead.
By a Kyrle’d Darling.
Out of compliment to Princess Helen of Waldeck and Prince Leopold, every Bachelor of the Albany, if he doesn’t immediately get married, will at once go in aesthetically for Wall-dec-orations. Of course there will be plenty of Waldeck-orations at the Royal Wedding Festivities.
A PAIR OF ANTI-VIVISECTION I STS.
Sir Slangsby Jaunter. “ See that old Fellow, Miss DIANA ? That s Doctor Hatchett, who swears he’s going to find a cure for Lunatics I Just got into trouble. Been trying the effects of Extreme Terror and Bodily Fatigue on a Rabbit, and without Chloroform, too, the old ruffian ! And then iie killed it, and dissected its Brain. Going to BE nAD Ur BEFORE THE BEAK FOR IT ! BOW STREET, YOU KNOW ! ”
Miss Diana. “Serve him right, horrid man! Don’t want to know about such People. But talking of Rabbits, WHAT A SPLENDID RUN THAT SECOND HARE GAVE US TO-DAY ! THIRTY MINUTES’ GALLOP WITHOUT A CHECK !—WASN T IT LOVELY ! ! —AND I WAS IN AT THE DEATH ! ! !”