Punch (8.1845)

TO

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

BLACK MONDAY:

OB, THE

opening of the st. stephen's academy.

There is to-day an end of play,

The holidays are past ;
With downcast looks they bring their books,

For school begins at last.

Young Master Peel begins to feel

His task he must resume ;
And Campbell, too, with birch in view,

Stands much in fear of Brocgh'm.

Lyndhurst, with sack behind his back,
To school comes lightly tripping ;

Follett, with fear, comes in the rear,
Conscious that he's been skipping.

Next Graham comes, with sugar plums,

Of which he'll offers make—
To some that he thinks will agree

His doctor's stuff to take.

Let's hope each boy will well employ

The time he has to learn,
And if he tries, p'rhaps with a prize

To home he may return.

If, not inclined his task to mind—

He to his books is fickle—
We warn them all, both great and small.

Punch has a rod in pickle.

THE SONG OF THE SILENT MEMBER,

Yes, we must leave the rural scene,

The sports which still invite,
To loll upon the benches green

Beneath the strong Bude-light.
And as we watch the dull debate

Kept up on either side,
We '11 calmly in our places wait

Till wanted to divide.

» one of us awake has kept,

He '11 the debate explain
To those who through it may have slept,

And let them sleep again.
We '11 rouse them up when the reply

Comes from the other side ;
For then the time is drawing nigh

When we must all divide.