A LAMENT.
(Cheapside, June 6, 1895.)
Oh, princely guest from Afghan clime,
The poet's lot is hard! Ah!
When he would find the proper rhyme,
To balance with Shah-zada!
I see the guardsman ride erect,
The bugle sounds! Aha!
My part should be, in verse correct,
To greet the Shahza-da!
Thy quantities have kill'd my song!
Despair! I'm off to Mada-
gascar, or anywhere! I long
To have it right. Shah-zădă?
A Fair Correspondent adds the letters "L. C. C." after her signature. She is not a member of the London County Council, but of the "Lady Cyclists Club."
