However, Mr. Punch may as well let his specimens speak for themselves. Here, then, is
No. I.—A GRAVESEND GREGORIAN.
BY W.E. H-NL-Y. (Con Brio.)
Deep in a murky hole,
Cavernous, untransparent, fetid, dank,
The demiurgus of the servants' hall,
The scuttle-bearing buttons, boon and blank
And grimy loads his evening load of coals,
Filled with respect for the cook's and butler's rank,
Lo, the round cook half fills the hot retreat,