King told her she must fetch her master down, But first had much of deep concern to say. Thus urged, she went the snoring man to call, Ere she could rouse the torpid lump of clay. 66 And straight in rage his crest began to rearSare, vat the devil make you treat me so ? Sare, I inform you, sare, three nights ago, I swear no Monsieur Tonson, lodges here!" True as the night, King went, and heard a strife Our hero, with the firmness of a rock, Utt'ring the old inquiry, calmly stood- With "Well, I'll call when you're in gentler mood." In short, our hero, with the same intent, It happen'd that our wag about this time, To London with impatient hope he flies, 66 He fain must stroll the well-known haunt to trace Ah, here's the scene of frequent mirth," he said, "My poor olà Frenchman, I suppose, is deadEgad, I'll knock, and see who holds his place." With rapid strokes he makes the mansion roar, Lo! who obeys the knocker's rattling peal? Capricious turn of sportive Fortune's wheel! Without one thought of the relentless foe, Just in his former trim he now appears; As if some hideous spectre struck his sight, His face, indeed, bespoke a heart full sore, 66 THE SHOWMAN'S SONG, FROM FAUST." HENRY J. BYRON. "LITTLE DOCTOR [Mr. Byron, one of the most prolific and versatile of modern dramatists, was born in the year 1835. His earliest works for the stage consisted of burlesques and pantomimes, which, meeting with unqualified success, encouraged him to essay his abilities upon farces and comedies. His most successful farce was "Dundreary Married and Settled;" and his first comedy was "The Old Story.' These were succeeded by "War to the Knife" and "£100,000," both of which still hold the stage. Meantime he continued to write a brilliant series of burlesques, until at length he produced his finest work entitled "Cyril's Success," which placed him in the front rank of modern writers of comedy. Of his most enduring pieces, the following may be enumerated: "Our Boys," "Married in Haste,' "Partners for Life," "Blow for Blow," "Old Soldiers," and "Open House." He died April 11, 1884.] IF you'll walk into my Show, sirs, I've no end of things you know, sirs, I've a dappled dromedary who can very nearly speak; I've an ostrich who can see into the middle of next week. Who will tell you where you get to With his eyes severely bandaged; I've an educated flea; And two cobras who are cronies, I've a camel with a weakness for a winkle with his tea. I've a zebra who likes rum, sirs, Where the cod-fish, and the turtle, and the tadpole sing a glee. Spend their money when they earn it In the Field and Land and Water, which they always lend to me. There's an eel so eel-ongated, A sea-serpent it is rated, We've a whale we call Llangollen-it's so wonderfully prime; We've a dog-fish caught at Barking, We've a scollop that reads Trollope, and a crab that's full of rhyme. polly" that's called "Mary," We've a pheasant, most unpleasant, who will always disagree Who quotes Thackeray and Dickens. We've a cockertoo that counts so, he'd give any cockerthree. Who most grossly will insult yer, And a cassowary who's extremely vulgar when he's vexed; Who remarks at times by Jingo," We've a peacock with a tail "to be continued in our next." We've a very learned lizard, We've a cockroach who can whistle all the operatic airs; And a toad that reads the paper, And a saltatory oyster who skips up and down the stairs. Who can sing like Henry Russell, We've a Cheshire feline specimen who's always on the grin. Who's very nearly hocussed, By the artful armadillo, who designs upon his tin. We've fossilised Iguanodons, And Ipecacuanhadons, And mummies who've been dummies for these many thousand years; If up the stairs you'll follow me, We'll show you right "tol-omollemy," You pays your money, and you takes your choice, my little dears. There's no show in the fair at all, That with us can compare at all, We're bound to lick creation-though the simile is low, It expresses what we mean, sirs, Such a scorching exhibition, as this 'ere partic❜ler Show. (By permission of Messrs. Tinsley Brothers, by whom also the music is published.) VAT YOU PLEASE. J. R. PLANCHÉ, F.S.A. [James Robinson Planché was the oldest and one of the most successful dramatists of his day; his first burlesque was performed at Drury Lane Theatre in 1818, subsequently he produced upon the stage nearly two hundred pieces. All Mr. Planché's pieces exhibit a facile command of versification, a flow of genuine, not forced, wit, with occasional dashes of true poetry. As an antiquarian he took a high position, his works on ancient costume being the recognized authorities. Mr. Planché held the appointment of Rouge Croix Pursuivant until his death, which occurred in 1880.] SOME years ago, when civil faction Raged like a fury through the fields of Gaul, Were taught to curse as soon as they could squall; To put folks more on an equality; When coronets were not worth half-a-crown, Sans cash, sans clothes, and almost sans everything! Two Messieurs who about this time came over, Half-starved, but toujours gai (No weasels e'er were thinner), way, Trudged up to town from Dover; This happen'd on a day most dear Sanctions the roasting of the sav'ry goose. While greedily he snuff'd the luscious_gale in, And snuff'd and long'd, and long'd and snuff'd again. (A proverb I've heard many mention); So now one moment saw his plan completed, The ready waiter at his elbow stands— 66 these? Sir, will you favour me with your commands? "We've roast and boil'd, sir; choose you those or "Sare! you are very good, sare! Vat you please." Quick at the word, Upon the table smokes the wish'd-for bird. No time in talking did he waste, But pounced pell-mell upon it; Drum-stick and merry-thought he pick'd in haste, 66 And now our Frenchman, having ta'en his fill, 66 66 I call for noting, sare-pardonnez moi! You bring me vat you call your goose, your cheese, To make him pay some would be rather funny), Acknowledged much was to be said for it; Our Frenchman's hunger, thus subdued, When, turning round the corner of a street, Who but his countryman he chanced to meet! |