When shall their story fade?
Oh the mistake they made!
Nobody wondered,
Pity the fools they made—
Pity the Pope's Brigade—
NOBBLED Six Hundred!
Like the accomplished authors of The Bon Gaultier Ballads, Mr. Cholmondeley-Pennell is almost too much a Poet to be thoroughly successful as a mere Parodist. His muse often carries him away, and what begins in mere badinage, and playful imitation, runs into graceful sentiment and poetical imagery, until the author pulls her up short, and compels her to turn aside again into the well-worn "footprints in the sand of time."
It would be difficult to find a better example both of the merits, and, so far as mere parody is concerned, of the defects of Mr. Cholmondeley-Pennell's style than in the following lines, which he has kindly permitted me to insert in this collection.—They parody the Morte D'Arthur:—
LINES SENT TO THE LATE CHARLES BUXTON, M.P.,
WITH MY FAVOURITE HUNTER, WHITE-MIST.
The sequel of to-day dissevers all