But this Proclamation must hurl at thy head.
Thy prospects on Egypt’s hot sands scarce look sparkling.
They gather, the Giaours, the Nile’s in his bed.
Farewell—farewell! ’Tis a pity—but counting
The chances, at present, by Nilus’s wave,
Thy star, my dear Arabi, scarcely seems mounting.
And so—go to blazes, recalcitrant slave!
[Signs reluctantly.
Punch, September 16, 1882.
On January 7, 1880 The World published four parodies on the same poem which had been sent in for Competition, the subject selected being:—