LADY CLARA IN THE SOUTH.

"LADY Clara Vere de Vere,

You whom the Laureate makes attacks on,

If your papa were not a peer,

If you were not an Anglo-Saxon,

In short, if 'twere not too absurd,

To think of you where aught of trade is,

I'd almost say, upon my word,

I'm looking at you now in Cadiz."

Here follow five other verses descriptive of a Spanish coquette, concluding:—

"Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

I don't believe femme souvent varie,

Your sex are all the same, I fear,

From Timbuctoo to Tipperary."

MAXWELL REILLY.

Kottabos, Dublin 1870.

Another parody of "Lady Clara Vere de Vere" appeared in Funny Folks, April 10, 1875, entitled "The Vicar's Surplice." It was addressed to a Rev. Mr. Mucklestone, who had declined to pay the charges of his laundress, a lady rejoicing in the euphonious name of Gubbins, who resided at Haseley, in Warwickshire. The subject is somewhat wanting in dignity for poetical treatment. The following is the first of six verses:—

"Reverend Mr. Mucklestone,

Of me you shall not win renown;

You thought to have your surplice washed

For nothing, but it won't go down.

At me you smiled, but unbeguiled,

Each time your surplice had a 'rense,'

I charged, and felt quite justified,

The modest sum of eighteenpence."