Punch: Punch (87.1884)

Sic itur ad astra ! Hooray!

Puff away, puff away,

Ye Boreas Cherubs! To blow
From below,

Like boys puffing gossamer balls,

Calls

For lungs of no leathery force.

But the Cherubs blow gladly, of course.
The Masters who pictured iu paints
Buoyant heroes and levitant saints ;

In air

(Yeerio and La.gtjeb.re),

As Pope unpolitely says, sprawling
On ceiling and dome,

Looking little at home,

Whilst Fame with her clarion’s calling,
’Midst their subjects forgotten or nameless,
Newer brushed in a buffer more blameless
Than he who now boats,

Blown by Boreas throats,

To glory, with Cecil the tameless,
Macallttm the cocky, sleek Pussy,
Smart Rosebeby, Bra no up ye the
fussy,

And all the Panjandrums in ermine,
Whose lives Dodsoy’s friends would
determine;

But who now most surely
May rest more securely,

Defiant of Radical vermin !

How ’s This ?

Mb. Walter Besant, according to the report in the Daily News,
said in his speech at the Mansion House, anent the Incorporated
Society of Authors—

“The Author could not do without the Publisher, although the latter
might get on without the former.”

This is difficult to understand. How a publisher can get on with-
out having something to publish we fail to comprehend. Unless he
confined his attention to railway time-bills, advertisements, share-
lists, meteorological reports, and suchlike interesting matters, he
surely without the author—who seems to he the very reason of his
existence—would quickly have to shut up shop. Probably Mr,
Besant’s speech has been mis-reported.