AN APPEAL FOR INSPIRATION.
[Mr. Lewis Morris has been requested to write an ode on the approaching Royal Marriage.]
Awake my Muse, inspire your Lewis Morris
To pen an ode! to be another Horris!
"Horace" I should have written, but in place of it
You see the word—well, I'm within an ace of it.
Awake my muse! strike up! your bard inspire
To write this—"by particular desire."
Wet towels! Midnight oil! Here! Everything
That can induce the singing bard to sing.
Shake me, Ye Nine! I'm resolute, I'm bold!
Come, Inspiration, lend thy furious hold!
Morris on Pegasus! Plank money down!
I'll back myself to win the Laureate's Crown!
The Chief Secretary's Musical Performance, with Accompaniment.—Mr. John Morley arrived last Friday at Kingston. He went to Bray. He was "accompanied" by the Under Secretary. Surely the Leader of the Opposition, now at Belfast, won't lose such a chance as this item of news offers.
The "Water-Carnival."—Good idea! But a very large proportion of those whom the show attracts would be all the better for a Soap-and-Water Carnival. Old Father Thames might be considerably improved by the process.
