Punch (99.1890)

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PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[July 12, 1890.

THE LAY OF THE LOUD SALVATIONIST.

A Song fok the Seat of Judgment. Ant—" The British Grenadier."

Some talk of Wagner chorus, of war's wild rataplan,
Or of the well thumped tom-tom of happy Hindostan ;
Bufsweetest of all shindy to which man's ear may list,
Is the tow-row, tow- row, tow-row of the loud Salvationist!

The swart-skinned Nubian's reed-pipe hath an eir-piercing'note,
And you may hear mad music from 'Akkt in a boat;
But safest of all sounds to give the tympanum a twist,
Is the tow-row, tow-row, tow-row of the loud Salvationist I

Who prates of calm Nirvafia, of quietism's joys ?
What are they to " Row's " Gospel, the Paradise of Noise ?
Quakerian calm is obsolete, but oh! who can resist
The tow-row,'.tow-row, tow-row of the loud Salvationist ?

They muster in their thousands on market-place, or green,
With blatant brazen brayings, and thump of tambourine.
Are you at prayer, asleep or sick ? What odds? You're forced to list
To the tow-row, tow-row, tow-row of the loud Salvationist!

They throng with thunderous tramplings the city thoroughfare,
In rural nooks their shoutings are on the summsr air;
Though sea-side peace be pleasant, its spell may not resist
The tow-row, tow-row, tow-row of the loud Salvationist!

0 Holy Noiss! 0 latest and greatest of man's gods!
With common-sense at issue, with comfort at fierce odds;
Divine, of course, you must be,—thrice lucky to enlist
The tow-row, tow-row, tow-row of the loud Salvationist!

The Corybantie clangor was cheerful, in its way,
But Hallelujah Las3es the cymbals can outbray.
0 raucous throat, 0 leathern luig, 0 big belaboring firt!
0 tow-row, tow-row, tow-row of the loul Salvationist!