THE THREE TARTARS.
(By One of the "Thirty-six Tyrants" of the Liberal Party.)
Hanbury, Bowles, and Bartley,
Talk and wrangle tartly;
Sour as unripe cranberry
Are Bartlet, Bowles, and Hanbury;
Three most sorrel souls
Are Hanbury, Bartley, Bowles!
They the blame would fix
On the Liberal Thirty-six.
As "tyrants," what are we
Compared with that "Tartar Three,"
Who—but I'll be mum:—
"I hear the Tartar drum!"
Loudly thumped, and smartly,
By Hanbury, Bowles, and Bartley!
Cherchez l'Homme.
["The appearance of a Ladies' Eight on the Thames in the Cookham district has attracted considerable attention.... Mr. R. C. Lehmann has handled the rudder-lines on more than one occasion, and General Hammersley has also been out as coxswain."—Daily News.]
The Ladies' Eight at Cookham rows right well,
There's many a crew of men would not get near them;
But is it not a saddening truth to tell?
The ladies often take a man to steer them!