THE SCOTTISH TREVELYANDERER.
(Mr. Hozier's Version.)
[Mr. Hozier (on the Second Reading of the "Registration of Votes (Scotland) Amendment Bill") said, "the fame of Mr. Gerry, the Governor of Massachusetts, would sink into insignificance if this Bill were to pass. In future they would not talk of Gerrymandering, but of Trevelyandering.... Trevelyandering, however, was a game at which two could play; in fact, in the words of the poet, they might fairly say:—
"What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander,
And possibly two can Trevelyander!">[
Air—"The British Grenadiers."
Some talk of Gerrymander, and some of Herchelles,
Of Halsbury and Mr. Bryce, and such great names as these.
But of all the world's great jobbers (swears Hozier) none compare
With the job, job, job, job, job, job, of the "Tre-vel-yan-der-er!"
Gerry, of Massachusetts, was smartish, for his time,
But Hozier "goes one better," it moves his soul to rhyme.
Our Scottish Wegg (sans timber leg) drops into verse—though queer.
About the game—which two can play—of the "Tre-vel-yan-de-rer!"
There's Jove, the god of thunder, and Mars, the god of war,
Brave Neptune, with his trident, but here's a greater, far!
Hozier-Apollo now is seen descending from his sphere
To string betimes impromptu rhymes on the "Tre-vel-yan-de-rer!"
Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those
Who, "dropping into poetry," leave lesser wits to prose,
And especially to Hozier, who raised a ringing cheer,
By his doggerel delightful on the "Tre-vel-yan-de-rer!"
Mr. G. "Shadowed."—Of course even Mr. G. cannot be "The Shadowless Man," except under the terms of that weird story, "which is impossible." The Police have arrived at one important point about the recently arrested Townsend. They now say, "We know that man, he comes from Sheffield."
