THE LAY OF THE LANCASHIRE LASS.
["What will Lancashire think to-day when she reads the declarations
of Lord George Hamilton and Mr. A. J. Balfour?"—Leeds Mercury.]
Oh, was it for this that I rushed to the poll
To register votes for the Tories?
When they told me repeal was the Unionist goal,
Were they tales of (Stan) hope, or mere stories?
The snare of the Fowler they'd help me to scape
They vowed—on each Lancashire platform.
But Indian Finance their excuse? A poor jape!
I thought they would rise above that form!
Oh, Arthur, oh, Georgie! Reeds broken and rotten
I fear you are both, on reviewing it.
You hinted at taking those duties off cotton,
You don't seem to cotton to doing it!
And now, when I'm trying your pity to move,
Why seem you so deaf to my prayers?
Perhaps you are bound to dissemble your love,
But oh!—must you kick me down stairs?
That excellent association, the Society of Women Journalists, has just issued its first annual report. From this interesting document, the world learns that the members have derived many benefits from a body that could justly adopt the motto of "Defence, not Defiance." The institution very properly claims for the authoress the right to receive no wrong.