DANGER!
In our London streets, for native or stranger,
We ought to have notice-boards warning of "Danger!"
Like those on the Thames near the weirs and locks.
When Premiers collide, and when Princes get shocks,
In cabs or in carriages, King Street way driving,
'Tis time that street warnings the wise were contriving.
For now it is clear that you might as well try
To steer a balloon through a thundery sky,
Or take a stroll near the setting of sun
In a suburb where cads upon bicycles run;
Or command—or serve in—an ironclad fleet,
As—take a drive down St. James's Street!
THE LITTLE OLD (PARLIAMENTARY) WOMAN, HER (NEWCASTLE PROGRAMME) SHOE,
AND HER IMPORTUNATE CHILDREN.
(An old Nursery Rhyme Re-adapted.)
There was an Old Woman who lived in her Shoe,
She had so many Children she didn't know what to do;
So she gave them some Broth without any Bread,
Then "Whipped" them all up, and—sent them to bed!
["Inspired, as it may be presumed, by the more or less remote prospect of the termination of the Home-Rule debate, the political creditors of the Government are vieing with one another in urging their respective claims to priority of payment."—Morning Post.
"Their bills are the promises of the Newcastle Programme."—Times.]