THE (NORTH) BROOK.
(Some Way After Tennyson).
'Tis an ill wind thus blows me out,
From home I must be sailing,
Whilst here the rest will chase, no doubt,
The grouse with zest unfailing.
* * * *
I'm sent to watch by Nile's swift flow.
Confound that ancient river!
M.P.'s may come, M.P.'s may go;
Must I toil on for ever?
Punch, August 16, 1884.