"HONOURS."
(By a Cynic.)
A Dukedom, Grand or otherwise,
No longer is an envied prize
When every day some fierce Commission
Clamours for ducal inhibition.
The style of Marquess—thuswise spelt—
Is picturesque, but, like the belt
Of Earldom, cannot long abide
Or stem the democratic tide.
Viscounties stand to cheer and bless
The labours of the purple Press,
And Baronies, once held by robbers,
Are given to patriotic jobbers.
Uncompromising malediction
Rests on the Baronets of fiction;
In actual life they serve to link
A Party with the Street of Ink;
While Knighthood's latest honours fall
Upon the funniest men of all.
Yes, while our gratitude acclaims
The justly decorated names
Of peers like TENNYSON and LISTER,
There is much virtue in plain Mister.
The style and title deemed most fit
By DARWIN, HUXLEY, BURKE and PITT,
And later on by A.J.B.,
Are more than good enough for me.
