POETRY COMMISSION-AGENTS FINDING A BACKER.
| Lord Giandeville | Mr. Vane-Tempest. |
| Brabazon Todd | Mr. Henry Wenman. |
| Richard Gilder | Mr. Charles Hawtrey. |
ARGUMENTUM AD FEMINAM.
Once, unless the tale's a myth,
Chloe danced mid rustic song
Indefatigably with
Amorous Damon all day long.
This was all the joy she knew
(Quite enough, no doubt), and yet,
Phyllis, when you gambol, you
Rather gamble at roulette.
Simple 'twas in suchlike days
Wooing Chloe. Now, alas,
You've no taste for simple ways,
Much prefer green baize to grass.
Fled your interest in swains;
Nothing for my sighs you care;
All your joy is little trains,
Oddly dubbed "chemin de fer."
Phyllis, if your fixed intent
Is that you forsake the dance,
Quit Arcadian merriment
For exciting games of chance,
I've the best of 'em by heaps:
Come with me, my dear, and call
At the Registrar's; he keeps
One big gamble worth them all.
CON.
Con was the conjurer of the king
Ere the coming of Padraig Mor,
And a wand he had, and a golden ring,
And a five-prong crown he wore;
And his robe was trimmed with minever—
His robe of the royal blue,
For Con was the wonderful conjuror
In the days when the tricks were new.