A CHANT FOR THE COLLEGE OF SURGEONS.
[Lord Dunraven is going to introduce a Bill to reform the College of Surgeons.]
Lo! they raise the gleaming scalpels, and the fearsome feuds begin
'Twixt the Members of the College that is hard by Lincoln's Inn.
College once of Barber Surgeons, but the Barbers left the Guild
To the "Company of Surgeons," by whom we are cured or killed.
And the College grants diplomas two-and-twenty inches long;
After which, in cutting limbs off, sure the tyro can't go wrong.
He can practise all the Surgeons' art and science; worded thus
Is the motto, "Arts," the College says, "quæ prosunt omnibus."
But unless by operations he amasses store of pelf,
It is clear the arts in question will not benefit himself.
Yet the Members are not happy, and with energy they say,
They should have a voice in choosing those who over them hold sway.
Sir Morell Mackenzie slashes at the College with a will;
Lord Dunraven to his rescue comes with promise of a Bill.
Haply from this Æsculapian combat we may chance to see
Fairer future for the College, though the Doctors disagree.
News of the Emin-ent Traveller.—Mr. Stanley was received at Rome by the Marquis de Vitelleschi, who gave him some "vitels," and by the Duke de Sermoneta, who gave him a sermon. How nice to be H. M. Stanley!
From Certain Working-men to Grandolph.—-"We don't like these 'ere erpinions o' yourn, and we 'opes as you won't 'Old'em."
