Punch: Punch (70.1876)

200 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [May 20, 1876.

AFTER THE ACADEMY—DREAMING ALL
NIGHT LONG.

Little Bopeep was Calling the
Sheep to Fold from Sheep-
washing near the Pyramids
in the "Water" Meadows, at
The Day's Decline, on Satur-
day Night, In Wonderland.

Those Moorland Rovers, the
Prince of Wales, Lord Law-
rence, Lord Lytton, and Cap-
tain Richard Burton, after
An Audience at Agrippa's,
Darning-Day, August 1875,
were Over the Hills and Far
Away from Les Montagnes de
Hampstead, Angling on A
Spring Morning, with Yiolet,
Our Boys, and A Convalescent
Getting Better, in A Certain
Trout Stream In the Austrian
Tyrol, Miles from Home ;
Fording a Tidal Creek After
a Spate, on The Eve of Liberty
in Breezy June ; Colt Hunting
in the New Forest with Skye
Terriers and Her Majesty's
Buckhounds ; Shearing
Wraick in the Sound of Har-
—port rait of a centleman - rfgj ^ Summer, with A Lin-

colnshire Gang; Ploughing in
Lower" Egypt in An Oasis in the Desert, near The Ruins of Kom-
ombo, with The Crofter's Team, Valour and Cowardice ; Woodcock
Shooting on A November Evening in Red Autumn, with Pallas
Athene and The Herdsman's Dogs in The Rustling Leaves ; and, in
conjunction with The Great Scalper, Dr. Priestley, and The
Apothecary, Selecting Pictures for the Royal Academy Exhibition
with Watchful Eyes in A Life Boat in A Storm at Sea in The
Month of March.

The Lord Chancellor In Chancery, Sir Henry James with A Bill
of Sale and Notice to Quit, spending A Lonely Christmas in A Cairo
Bazaar (Confiscated), Baron Amphlett After the Sitting Outside a
Prison in Italy, and Justice Grove in Newgate !

The Bishop of London, The New Curate, Cardinal Manning, The
Earl of Shaftesbury, Bishop Ullathorne, Richard Baxter, Alderman
Phillips, His Reverence Monsignor Capel, The Boulonnaises, and
The Widower, all in The Squire's Pew in The Temple of Diana at
Zaghouan, repeating " My Duty towards my Neighbour" and The
Last Bit of Scandal.

The Rivals, The Duchess of Westminster, Marchioness of Ormonde,
Countess of Dudley, Countess of Ilchester, Viscountess Enfield,
Viscountess Hood, Mrs. Sebastian Schlesinger, Cleopatra, and My
Lady Belle were Preparing to Summon the Commons Across the
Common to A Kettledrum After the Dance in Sir Thomas's Tower ;
The Village Lawyer and Sir C. S. Readimoney were Looking out for
A Safe Investment; Admiral Milne was attending the Sailor's
Wedding in A Little Blue Bay with some Seaside Ducks; and
Pallas and Achilles [stood] Shouting from the Trenches to The Old
Soldier The late Duke of Wellington—He Never Came.

" The Birds " in The Hollow Tree—Three Magpies, Three Ravens,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Goosey, Goosey, Gander, The Ugly Duckling,
The Flight of the Wild Fowl, and the Ducks in A Stern Chase-
now made such a noise that these dreams came to an abrupt termi-
nation, but not before they disclosed Alfred Tennyson, Bishop
Harold Browne, Edward Pleydell Bouverie, The Dean of St. Paul's,
Professor Beesly, and Sir Henry Cole, Spellbound in front of The
Daphnephoria and Atalanta's Race.

Philadelphia and Fraternity.

Philadelphia is certainly a happy name for the site of an Inter-
national Exhibition which seems calculated to promote brotherly
love. At any rate, let us hope the American " World's Fair " will
not be followed by tremendous wars like those which fulfilled the
predictions of the prophets who foretold that our Hyde-Park
Exhibition would be the beginning of the reign of universal
brotherhood.

financial chemistry.

The Khedive has issued a .degree for the consolidation of the
Egyptian Debt. His Highness's creditors would much prefer an
order for its liquidation.

THE PRINCE'S WELCOME HOME.

" O ! quid solutis est beatius curis ?
Cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino
Labore fessi venimus Larem ad nostrum,
Desideratoque acquiescimus lecto."

Catullus.

While over the Atlantic the young Giant of a hundred

Holds wide his arms in welcome to the nations old and grey,

Proclaiming fellowship in Arts of those by oceans sundered,

Crowning the Old-World-shows with this that greets his natal day.

While the eagles, clawed and beaked, round the Moslem sick-bed
gather,

And Europe watches, breathless, for their swoop through troubled
air,

Not knowing but fierce rivalries may turn to rending rather
Those that struggle for the carrion than the carcase they should
share.

While France toils slowly to rebuild her greatness shrunk and
shattered,

Of King's friends and Republic's patching truce that time may
bide?

While Spain, as proud a pauper as e'er draped his mantle tattered
Like a robe royal, draws his rags the bleeding sores to hide.

Lo, happier England, busy in awaiting and adorning

The way for one she welcomes as mother welcomes son,
Whose coming - home from far-off lands her evening turns to
morning,

And age's load makes light to bear for love's work to be done.

Where athwart fields green with Spring-time the iron-ways run
grimly,

Holiday crowds are gathered, flags wave and flowers are fair ;
Where through the smoke suburban the festal trim shows dimly,
Like sights and sounds of welcome glad the eye and fill the air.

Tis the Prince, the King of England that is to be hereafter,
Comes back to his own England from his travel, bronzed and
brown,

To the wife of his and England's love, to their babes' happy
laughter,

To mother's love, that even wife's and children's love doth crown.

And as the heart of England was stirred with a great sorrow
When he lay sick, it seemed, to death, and love could naught but

pray»

Now from the wife's joy at his side all hearts a gladness gather,
That God hath brought him home again, who held him on his
way.

"Tis no mere flourish of'paid pen, no phrase of courtier's tongue,
Proclaims us loyal to our line of law-abiding kings ;

'Tis for a son in more than name that England's heart is strung
To this high note of welcome that through the welkin rings.

'Twas no base flunkey fellowship that followed, day by day,
His doings and his dangers, parades, and pomps and shows ;

The wild work of the jungle, the spoiling of the prey,
The staunchness that no toil could tire, the strength with need
that rose.

More we loved him, that in wild-wood as in durbar or divan,
He bore him manly, princely, as an English Prince should do ;

That he took the rubs and roughings of travel like a man,
And, if he won new friends in crowds, to the old friends still was
true.

He is kindly, gay, and gracious—he is manly, hold, and brave :
'Tis grace and manhood that rule hearts since first the world
began.

And he that will wear England's Crown must no allowance crave—
Had need be every inch a Prince, and every inch a Man.

We hold our Qjjeen so dear we would brook no change of name,
No addition to the style we have used and loved so long:

The music of " God save the Qheen," to Empress ill would frame,
And we stick to the old title as we stick to the old song.

But all our quarrel is for love and loyalty beside :
Let who doubts look how England takes her Prince back to her
breast,

With a benison on that sweet face she welcomed as a bride,
Welcomes still more as a mother with lusty children blest.