FAREWELL!
(On hearing that snow had fallen in the North.)
Snow has fallen, winter's due;
In the months that now ensue
Smoky fogs will hide the view,
Mud will get as thick as glue,
Rain, snow, hail will come in lieu
Of the warmth to which we grew
Quite accustomed, and will brew
Colds, coughs, influenza, rheumatism
to thrill us through.
Gone the sky of southern hue,
Cloudless space of cobalt blue!
Gone the nights so sultry—phew!
Quite without rheumatic dew.
Gone the days, when each anew
Seemed yet finer! In Corfu,
California, Peru,
This would not be strange, but true;
But the weatherwise at Kew
Say in England it is new.
Peerless summer, in these few
Lines we bid farewell to you!
Or as cockneys say, "Aydew!"
A "Shakspearian Student" wants to know "if, when Richard the Third calls out 'A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!' he is not alluding to the Night-Mare from which he is only just recovering." [Can't say. Highly probable. So like Shakspeare.—Ed.]
Dear Mr. P.,—I believe you do not know that Mrs. R. recently visited Rome. She tells me that she thinks it an excellent thing that the Tontine Marshes have been planted with Apocalypses.