A HENLEY BARCAROLLE.
(By a Parasyllabic Swain.)
My lovylade, I peg and bray
That you will pun my joint to-day;
And we will, dreaming o'er the stodge,
In some remote lackwater bodge.
We'll take a man Joe, bandoline,
And hick-cup, as we slop between
The bangled tanks—we'll sink and drip,
And strum the things on board our ship.
List to my lovesick, mew, and come
Far from the giddy, higgling gum!
Relaying hearses, we will croon,
And through each glowering hide we'll spoon!
Advertisement (in "Standard").—"Great Yarmouth. Small House. Close Aquarium and sea. Servant left." Who was there when "servant left"? Also why "close Aquarium and sea"? Perhaps easy but unwise to close the former, but quite impossible to shut up the latter.
"Good Bis"-ley. "Tell that to the Marines."—The United Services Cup was adjudged to the Marines at Bisley. In this competition the Marines were the best, "all told."
A Smoking Christian Concert.—In these smoking hot July days a Smoking Mission seems a good notion. Yet the Baccy-nalian missionaries may probably have to say, "We have pipe'd unto you, and you have not responded," except as long as the supply held out. Will there be distributed tracts entitled A Bird's Eye View of Heaven, A Short Cut to Truth, Returns to Virtue, What is Life?—A Mixture!