THE RAD TO THE CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER.
(On the Humdrum Budget.)
Just "As you were"! Ingenious, fair,
And all that, I've no doubt;
But titled swells you do not scare,
Nor rich monopolists flout.
I tolerate where I would praise.
Reform is a slow grower!
My spirits, Will, it will not raise,
To see your spirits lower!
Free Breakfast Table? Graduation?—
Chances seem getting fewer:
Well Will, my only consolation
Is this—you've "copped the brewer!"
In the title of his new book, "Anthony Hope" has taken the Roman prénom which evidently by right belonged to him. There is no comma, nor introduction of "by," and so straight off we read in golden letters on the back, "A Man of Mark Anthony Hope." O Brave Mark Anthony! His readers have great faith in Hope.
Parliamentary.—The nearest approach to a dead-lock is a live (J. G.) Weir.