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Page 8
O pretty girls of Nottingham,
If you could save us men
From our frightful clothing,
How we should love you then!
We'd shorten turned-up trouser,
And widen pointed toe,
Leave off that
Vile silk hat,
When the stormy tempests blow--
Wretched hat that stands not wind or rain
When the stormy tempests blow.
We're fools. Yet, girls of England,
We might inquire of you,
Why wear those capes and sleeves that seem
Quite wide enough for two?
And why revive the _chignons_--
Huge lumps pinned on? You know
You would cry
Should they fly
Where the stormy tempests blow;
For they catch the wind just like balloons,
Where the stormy tempests blow.
* * * * *
FAULTS O' BOTH SIDES.--Ardent Radicals grumbled at the Government
for not holding an Autumn Session. That was a fault of omission. Now
touchy Tories are angry with it for showing too strong a tendency to
what Mr. GLADSTONE once sarcastically called "a policy of examination
and inquiry"--into the case of Evicted Tenants, Poor-Law Relief,
&c. This is a fault of (Royal) Commission. Luckless Government! The
verdict upon it seems to be that it
"Does nothing in particular,
And does it very--_ill_."
* * * * *
NOTICE.--The Twin Fountains of Trafalgar Square regret to inform the
British Public that, although they have performed gratuitously and
continuously for a number of years, they are compelled to retire from
business, as they cannot compete with the State-aided spouting which
takes place in their Square.
* * * * *
A GREAT "TREAT."--Public-house Politics at Election time.
* * * * *
[Illustration: "LE GRAND FRAN�AIS!"
JACQUES BONHOMME (_regarding_ M. DE LESSEPS, _apart_). "BAH! I HAVE
LOST MY MONEY! (_Pause._) ALL THE SAME, I CANNOT DESIRE THAT HE, SO
OLD AND SO DISTINGUISHED, SHOULD SUFFER!!"]
* * * * *
[Illustration: GALLANTRY REWARDED.
_Lady_ (_having had a fall at a Brook, and come out the wrong
side,--to Stranger, who has caught her Horse_). "OH, I'M _SO_ MUCH
OBLIGED TO YOU! NOW, DO YOU MIND JUST BRINGING HIM OVER?"]
* * * * *
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
Books from the publishing house of FISHER UNWIN are always goodly to
look upon, the public having to thank him for something new in form,
binding, and colour, in other series than the Pseudonym Library. In a
new edition of _The Sinner's Comedy_, just issued at the modest price
of Eighteenpence, he has solved a problem that has long baffled the
publisher, and bothered the public. Few like the appearance of a book
with the pages machine-cut; fewer still can spare the time to cut a
book. Mr. FISHER UNWIN compromises by presenting this dainty little
volume with the top pages ready cut, the reader having nothing to
do but to slice the side-pages, a labour which no book-lover would
grudge, seeing that it leaves the volume with the uncut appearance
dear to his heart. The story, told in 146 pages, is, my Baronite says,
worthy the distinction of its appearance. The characters are clearly
drawn, the plot is interesting, the conversation crisp, and the style
throughout pleasantly cynical. The author, JOHN OLIVER HOBBES, has a
pretty turn of aphorism. "A man's way of loving is so different from
a woman's"; and again, "Genius is so rare, and ambition is so common."
Here be truths, old enough perhaps, but cleverly re-set.
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