DISTINGUISHED AMATEURS.----THE MUSICAL DUCHESS.
Behold her Grace rehearsing for an Afternoon Concert at Mrs. Ponsonby de Tomkyns’s, before an appreciative Audience, which consists of the Host and Hostess, and a few Professionals who have been retained to play her Grace s Obligato Accompaniments. Her Grace always sinus her own Words, set to her own Music. Her Compositions ARE ENDLESS ; AND WHEN ONCE SHE BEGINS, SHE DOESN’T LIKE TO LEAVE OFF IN A HURRY. THE WORST OF IT IS, HER GRACE’S Music invariably drives all the other Duchesses away—only Mrs. P. df. T. is not yet aware of this.
FASHION REPEATS ITSELF.
“ He (M. de Girardin) proinoteJ wi.j ardour the expedition to Tunis. . . He also thought that France wa9 growing too tame-spirited, too like u barn
door fowl, and that the burning of a little powder would stir her blood and strengthen her fibres.”—Daily News.
France (trying on Casque) loquitur—
Becomes me ! La Republique e est la paix f
Oh yes, precisely. And yet this Mars-like headpiece, 1 must say,
Fits rather nicely. lleranche ? La Guerre ? La Gloire ? Powder and Steel ?
Oh never, never! I do thank Heaven that I no longer feel
War’s scarlet fever. I chose this fashion, and have no dosire
For hasty changing, Only just now and then dress does require
Some re-arranging. I grow pugnacious P Such reports are wild, Mendacious rumours ;
Although of course I ’in not to be reviled By rascal Kroumirs.
Fancy ! I’m not a Caquet Bonbec quite,
A barn-yard scratcher;
And if la France had a desire to fight,
How few could matcli her 1 That Bey’s a bit too bounceable ; he ’ll find
Swelling brings dizziness. The Powers P Perhaps they will be pleased to mind Their proper business.
Confound----- But stay—no temper ; that an old Imperial lune is,
But which of them will have the cheek to scold Concerning Tunis P
The notion stirs my blood, makes my tint turn, My voice swell louder ;
T hey think me tame P Then I shall have to burn
A little powder. A shot or two perhaps might tend to strengthen My moral fibres,
And cause the physiognomies to lengthen Of foreign gibers.
Eh ? What ? That Circular of Sr. TIilaire
Causes hilarity P
Disgusting ! Foreign critics, I declare,
Are void of charity. I ’ve been a Saint in patience all men know—
Almost too saintly; Astonished Europe thinks my blood must ilow
Feebly and faintly. Let those who doubt me read the declarat ion
Of mon cher Ferry. “ Respect for law, strict justice, moderation”—
True, true—oh, very ! Annex P Fi done ! I solemnly proclaim
’Tis false, completely. But----- Well, this jaunty headpiece all the same Becomes me sweetly.
[Left admiring herself.)
Land and Game Law.—Some advanced Land Law Reformers wish to substitute a Peasant for a Pheasant Proprietary.
New Sono for the Foreign Bondholder.—“ What does the
Bey of Tunis Owe f ”
Behold her Grace rehearsing for an Afternoon Concert at Mrs. Ponsonby de Tomkyns’s, before an appreciative Audience, which consists of the Host and Hostess, and a few Professionals who have been retained to play her Grace s Obligato Accompaniments. Her Grace always sinus her own Words, set to her own Music. Her Compositions ARE ENDLESS ; AND WHEN ONCE SHE BEGINS, SHE DOESN’T LIKE TO LEAVE OFF IN A HURRY. THE WORST OF IT IS, HER GRACE’S Music invariably drives all the other Duchesses away—only Mrs. P. df. T. is not yet aware of this.
FASHION REPEATS ITSELF.
“ He (M. de Girardin) proinoteJ wi.j ardour the expedition to Tunis. . . He also thought that France wa9 growing too tame-spirited, too like u barn
door fowl, and that the burning of a little powder would stir her blood and strengthen her fibres.”—Daily News.
France (trying on Casque) loquitur—
Becomes me ! La Republique e est la paix f
Oh yes, precisely. And yet this Mars-like headpiece, 1 must say,
Fits rather nicely. lleranche ? La Guerre ? La Gloire ? Powder and Steel ?
Oh never, never! I do thank Heaven that I no longer feel
War’s scarlet fever. I chose this fashion, and have no dosire
For hasty changing, Only just now and then dress does require
Some re-arranging. I grow pugnacious P Such reports are wild, Mendacious rumours ;
Although of course I ’in not to be reviled By rascal Kroumirs.
Fancy ! I’m not a Caquet Bonbec quite,
A barn-yard scratcher;
And if la France had a desire to fight,
How few could matcli her 1 That Bey’s a bit too bounceable ; he ’ll find
Swelling brings dizziness. The Powers P Perhaps they will be pleased to mind Their proper business.
Confound----- But stay—no temper ; that an old Imperial lune is,
But which of them will have the cheek to scold Concerning Tunis P
The notion stirs my blood, makes my tint turn, My voice swell louder ;
T hey think me tame P Then I shall have to burn
A little powder. A shot or two perhaps might tend to strengthen My moral fibres,
And cause the physiognomies to lengthen Of foreign gibers.
Eh ? What ? That Circular of Sr. TIilaire
Causes hilarity P
Disgusting ! Foreign critics, I declare,
Are void of charity. I ’ve been a Saint in patience all men know—
Almost too saintly; Astonished Europe thinks my blood must ilow
Feebly and faintly. Let those who doubt me read the declarat ion
Of mon cher Ferry. “ Respect for law, strict justice, moderation”—
True, true—oh, very ! Annex P Fi done ! I solemnly proclaim
’Tis false, completely. But----- Well, this jaunty headpiece all the same Becomes me sweetly.
[Left admiring herself.)
Land and Game Law.—Some advanced Land Law Reformers wish to substitute a Peasant for a Pheasant Proprietary.
New Sono for the Foreign Bondholder.—“ What does the
Bey of Tunis Owe f ”