SHOOTING ARROWS AT A SONG.
Dear Mr. Punch,—I observe, that a gentleman has written, in a book called In Tennyson Land, an account of the exact localities of "the Moated Grange," and other well-advertised places—statements, which however, have been promptly challenged by the Poet's son in the Athenæum. As there seems to be some doubt upon this subject, perhaps, you will allow me to give a few notes anent the interesting objects which Lord Tennyson has so obligingly immortalised in song.
The Owl.—The name of a bright little newspaper which, amongst other items of news and flashes of humour, gave a list of proposed marriages—hence, no doubt, the refrain of "To wit and to woo." It owed its temporary success both to its fun and its matrimonial intelligence.
The Dying Swan.—Probably, suggested by the condition of one of these interesting creatures on the Thames, whose plumage had changed from white to blue, owing to the River being made the temporary repository for the outcome of some chemical works.
Oriana.—This name, there is every reason to believe, was suggested by a character in the opening of a pantomime at one of the minor theatres, very popular some twenty or thirty years ago.
The Miller's Daughter.—A very touching reference to the domestic life of a hero of the Prize Ring.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere.—Tradition has it that this aristocratic sounding title was originally intended for a new sort of velveteen, that would have been sold at a profit at three-and-sixpence a yard, double width.
The May Queen.—Believed to have been changed at the last moment from "The Jack-in-the-Green," a subject that had already been used by a poet of smaller fame than Alfred Tennyson.
The Lotos Eaters.—No doubt adapted from the English translation to a German picture of some children playing at a once well-known game called "The Loto Seaters."
The Northern Cobbler.—Suggested by a favourite coal, supplied to this day from Newcastle.
The Moated Grange.—The site of the original still exists at Haverstock Hill, and was fifty years ago more remote than it is now. Hence the title of one of the most pleasing little poems of comparatively modern times.
Trusting that these hints may be of service to those who take an interest in Lord Tennyson's very entertaining works, I remain, my dear Mr. Punch, yours sincerely,
A Scotch Cousin (Thrice Removed against His Will) of
Brain Cobwebby, Hatchley Colwell. Baron de Book-worms.