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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHAKIVAR1. [January 31, 1880.
G-ood Vincent Bourne’s audacious Daw,
Perched high upon a steeple,
With constant note would caw and caw,
In cool contempt of Church and Law,
And peaceful people.
A Jackdaw with Papistic lurch,
As stubborn as he’s noisy,
That sticks to his Established perch,
Nor seeks a nest outside the Church,
Like honest Voysey.
Sense sickens of his unctuous caw,
To Judge and Bishop hateful;
Could scare-crow, or of Church or Law,
But put to flight this daring Daw,
The world were grateful!
Like, yet unlike, that cynic bird,
This pest of peaceful Churches
With borrowed plumes that look absurd,
And mimic croak too loudly heard,
Stubbornly perches.
Mid strange rites and strange clothes at home,
And self-reliant,
This Daw, in feathers filched from Rome,
Holds his own in Alban’s dome,
Of Law defiant.
Youth has to learn the three R’s. Old
Age has learned the three V’s—Vanity!
Vanity! Vanity!
“ Chitty! Chatty ! Piano! Piano ! ”
Mr. Chitty, Q..C., who is going in as Sir Vernon Harcourt’s
•colleague at Oxford, is taking upon himself a weighty responsibility.
Before he jogs on any further on the Parliamentary hobby, let him
remember that
“ Post Equity sedet atra cura.”
A WORD ON THE WEATHER.
“ Zbro ” presents his compliments to the Geological Society, and
begs to be informed whether they do not think it probable that this
country has arrived at the commencement of another ‘ ‘ Glacial
Period.” ___
Motto eor every well-ordered Dinner-Table.—“No Larks!”
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHAKIVAR1. [January 31, 1880.
G-ood Vincent Bourne’s audacious Daw,
Perched high upon a steeple,
With constant note would caw and caw,
In cool contempt of Church and Law,
And peaceful people.
A Jackdaw with Papistic lurch,
As stubborn as he’s noisy,
That sticks to his Established perch,
Nor seeks a nest outside the Church,
Like honest Voysey.
Sense sickens of his unctuous caw,
To Judge and Bishop hateful;
Could scare-crow, or of Church or Law,
But put to flight this daring Daw,
The world were grateful!
Like, yet unlike, that cynic bird,
This pest of peaceful Churches
With borrowed plumes that look absurd,
And mimic croak too loudly heard,
Stubbornly perches.
Mid strange rites and strange clothes at home,
And self-reliant,
This Daw, in feathers filched from Rome,
Holds his own in Alban’s dome,
Of Law defiant.
Youth has to learn the three R’s. Old
Age has learned the three V’s—Vanity!
Vanity! Vanity!
“ Chitty! Chatty ! Piano! Piano ! ”
Mr. Chitty, Q..C., who is going in as Sir Vernon Harcourt’s
•colleague at Oxford, is taking upon himself a weighty responsibility.
Before he jogs on any further on the Parliamentary hobby, let him
remember that
“ Post Equity sedet atra cura.”
A WORD ON THE WEATHER.
“ Zbro ” presents his compliments to the Geological Society, and
begs to be informed whether they do not think it probable that this
country has arrived at the commencement of another ‘ ‘ Glacial
Period.” ___
Motto eor every well-ordered Dinner-Table.—“No Larks!”