BARNETT OF BRISTOL CITY.
A Song of St. Jude's.
[The Rev. S. A. Barnett, late Vicar of St. Jude's, Whitechapel, has been promoted to the Canonry of Bristol.]
Air—"Nancy of Bristol City."
Barnett is Canon of Bristol City!
Pass the news around, my boys!
To leave Whitechapel seems half a pity;
Sorrow will go round, my boys!
St. Jude's, and thy great Hall, Toynbee,
Some right good Christians doubtless see;
But they're all small shakes along o' he!
Pass his health around, my boys!
Barnett! Barnett!
Well did he "arn" it—
That Bristol Canonree!
And when he gets to Bristol City,
Pass the cheers around, my boys!
He'll draw the wise, the kind, the pretty;
They must gather round, my boys.
The slum he sweetened in London's east,
With Charity's boon, and Fine Arts' feast,
Will miss this good, sage, gentle priest;
Pass his health around, my boys!
Barnett! Barnett!
Your loss we'll larn it,
You were the Man for we!
Your health, where'er you be!
NOUS AND NERVES.
[It is said by some of his friends that Dr. Charcot, lately dead, who spent a considerable part of his life in the study of neurosis, found this disease everywhere at last, especially in the naturalistic school of French writers.]
If this Neurosis,
As some suppose, is
The causa causans of Naturalism,
The spring ubiquitous
Of aught iniquitous
That puts 'twixt genius and sense a schism;
Then must we pray
For the dawn of a day
When the Glorious Gift that the world so serves
May cut chlorosis,
And shun neurosis;
In fact, that Genius may have no "nerves."