TO A GRAND OLD MANNS.
(On his Seventieth Birthday.)
To Manns of Crystal Palace fame,
Punch sends his kindly greeting.
The ever keen, the never tame,
Time may he long be beating
(For Time it seems cannot beat him).
Time's darts may he resist all
With bâton brisk and eyes un-dim.
Beneath that dome of Crystal—
For many a year! And decades hence
Punch hopes it may befa' that
He'll shout, before that choir immense,
"A Manns' a Man for a' that!"
A Classic Candidate.—Mr. Homer in West Dorset is the Independent Farmers' Candidate. He is, of course, more than a positive "Home Ruler," being a comparative hopeful "Homer Ruler." But surely the language of Homer must be Greek to most of his hearers, even at Bridport, and in view of the poluphoisboio thalasses.