NE QUID SIMILE FECERIS. How very nice-to meet young Ella, How pleasant now-to stroll with Ella, How nice 't would be to pat fair Ella, And of love to speak. It would be nice-to fondle Ella, And then-to kiss the little Ella? Not to do so, for young Ella, CHUBB'S HOTEL. Good wine needs no bush. Should you visit Plymouth, Good advice don't snub, If you wish for comfort Go to Mr. Chubb. Genuine wine and welcome, Milk of human kindness Creams in Mrs. Chubb. Luxury of cuisine— Quite a west-end club You will find, believe me, In the halls of Chubb. Ionian Island Vintners Still hang out the shrub, So no sign hath Chubb. Friends in fair Devonia ! Thus I roll my tub With all who've stayed, en passant, At the house of Chubb. Down Channel, 1860. PLYMOUTH SOUND. Rocky Plymouth's a pleasant old town, For the sunshine secedes from the skies, In the lustre of beautiful eyes, Than all others far sweeter and dearer. Creamy Devon's lithe daughters are kind, To agaceries not disinclined, And so naïvely they look in your face, too. You may hunt, shoot, fish, race, sketch, or row, Or go witness the August regatta, From a picturesque height called the Hoe, Where the wind plays at romps on the wold, Or confusingly rustling each fold Had Ulysses such Sirens been near H. M. S. Rattler, 1862. IN PARIS AFTER SEDAN. A SLIGHT INCONSISTENCY. In Paris of late both the women and men HIBERNICE. KEEP ON NEVER MINDING. When malice is railing And honor assailing, 'Tis made unavailing, By silent contempt: The good and the holy, The high-born or lowly, May not escape wholly From envy exempt. To scandalization And vituperation, You bring "botheration" By holding your tongue; The special pleader Is deemed a seceder From the broad fair field of facts: With logic he uses an axe! The body of truth he disjoints; And picks out for himself certain points. By means of thin talk, He endeavours to balk His opponents of fair play, a jewel That he fain would calcine, but the fuel He uses creates only smoke! And the wise cough and laugh at the joke. In the minds of the sensible He is thought reprehensible; Though he may delude bucolic folk. AD ALEXANDROVNAM, DE NIVE QUÆ CECIDIT 66 DUM CONJUX DOMUM DUCEBAT. Anglia te festo hoc Hymenæâ voce salutat, Regalis stirpis regia nupta, die; Et niveo gaudens sese vestivit amictu, Ut patriæ credas litus adesse tuæ." THE PRESS, April 18. ON THE DUCHESS OF EDINBURGH'S RECEPTION IN LONDON, MARCH 12TH, 1874. Translation. With Hymeneal joy a nation greets thee The country clothed in snowy vesture meets thee, AIMÉE. A maiden gentle fair and kind, The incense of a loving heart? Amy, always loved of all, One bright day, said not--nay; So we say-Fiancée Now should write her name Aimée. Happy man who on the brink Of love's fountain leans to drink ; Of the deeper light that lies In the depths of mirthful eyes. Amy, always loved of all, Blusheth red at Hymen's call! |