153 202 A Flea, or not a Flea? by James Robinson... To Go, or not to Go? Ophelia's Version. 153 To Pay, or not to Pay? (on the Suez Canal). 154 154 150 157 157 157 161 Punch and Lord John Russell, 1848... 158 Trousers, or no Trousers? (The Bloomer ... Tubby, or not Tubby? by F. C Burnand 185 186 ... 186 Othello Travestie, an Operatic Burlesque Burletta, by Maurice G. Dowling, produced at Liver- ... 188 LET DOGS DELIGHT TO BARK AND BITE Let Austria delight to bark and bite, 1854 279 279 279 279 279 280 280 280 141 206 206, 208 207 207 207 207 ... 207 208 208 208 ནི་་ Bret Harte. T DICKENS IN CAMP. Their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken From out the gusty pine. Lost is that camp, and wasted all its fire: Ah, towering pine and stately Kentish spire, Lost is that camp! but let its fragrant story With hop-vines' incense all the pensive glory And on that grave where English oak and holly And laurel wreaths intwine, Deem it not all a too presumptuous folly, This spray of Western pine! July, 1870, BRET HARTE, PARODIES IN PRINT. AMONG the books the gloom was darkly drifting, The duller serials, and the weeklies, lifting The older authors, with rude humour, painted Now lost in dreary prose, jokes died or fainted Till one arose, and from the past's great treasure A scheme to tap the hoard untold of pleasure And so the parodies unearthed grew vaster, All mimicking some mighty poet Master, Perhaps 'tis too fond fancy,--that the reader Let Punch go prosing, scorn the D. T. leader, While 'mid these gambols of poetic shadows, As each mad parody evokes the glad "Ohs!" See Tennyson, in mighty verse-o'ertaken, When jokes from Longfellow, so grave, are shaken To find in rush of their poetic fire, A comic theme told well, While stately verse, and song, and culture higher, Are used some joke to tell. Lost be that scamp, who would no funny story Tell in the rhyme that thrills Like farthing rushlight posing as the glory Of sun o'er ancient hills. If, in the crowd of puppets, some poor dolly Deem it not all a too presumptuous folly- November, 1884. J. W. G. W. THAT HEBREW BEN D▬▬ WHICH I wish to remark- The Hebrew Ben D-- is peculiar, Which the same I would like to explain. I have mentioned his name, And I shall not deny, In regard to the same He is wary and sly; And his smile it is mocking and ice-like And there isn't no green in his eye. Now, some rumours had spread, Which Ben D-- could not burke, He'd been at his old work. (It was strange, you must know, how he doated Upon the "Unspeakable Turk.") It was Gran-Vil who rose, And quite soft was his style; But you must not suppose That he hasn't no guile; Yet D-played it that day upon Gran Vil In a way that made most of them smile. Which some questions he'd brought, |