This earth hath borne no simpler, nobler man.’
“With best wishes, yours very faithfully,
“Tennyson.”
On which the Globe (May 7th, 1885,) remarked—“Lord Tennyson must really decline to be prodded. The poet Whittier has been egging him on to write about Gordon, and the result is an epitaph of four lines, giving the information that Gordon is not “here below” (i.e., in Westminster Abbey), but in the Soudan. The Times, in giving this epitaph, heads it “Gordon, Tennyson, and Whittier,” and the association of three such names with the starveling verse under them, is an ideal example of the short and simple step from the sublime to the ridiculous.”
“MY MOTHER.”
HE kind correspondent who sent the pathetic poem entitled “Another,” which appeared in the May number of Parodies, correctly described the difficulty of compiling this collection so as to make it fairly complete, without being tedious, especially as new Parodies on every popular poem are continually appearing. Since Part 18 appeared many other parodies on “My Mother” have been sent in, some of which are so good that they are here inserted, although it had not been intended again to refer to that particular poem in this volume.
The Slug.
No more this silent grief I’ll hug,