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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [October 29, 1892.
HONI SOIT QUI MAL Y PENSE!"
" This Garter, brighter from the knee
Of him who uttered nothing—important."
A St ah and Garter! Here 'sago!
Well, well, no doubt 'twas to be worn meant;
And, as mere personal adornment,
It does look smartisb, dontcher know I
All personal adornment's vain,
Held Dr. Watts, holds dear McDougall ;
For dowdy dress and habits frugal
Befit the Democratic strain.
And 1 'm a Democrat—of course!
The Benjamin Franklin of the Peerage!
"Mister" Rosebery, loquitur: —
And yet—ah! truly 'tis a queer age —
A Decoration has some force !
I wonder what the L.C.C.
Will say to this! That I should spurn it ?
John Burns may swear T ought to burn it.
Still—it looks natty round my knee.
I need not wear it when I sit
Among the broadcloth'd heirs of Bumble !
But Foreign Minister too humble
Were butt of diplomatic wit.
Battersea's pride my pride may scourge.
Well — he may hnd he 's caught a
Tartar.
A robe—a coronet—a garter !—
Materials for a new "Pride's Purge" !
The keen-eyed Democratic lynx
May watch me with alert suspicion,
As but a half-disguised patrician,
But—sbame to him who evil thinks!
[Left posturing complacently.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [October 29, 1892.
HONI SOIT QUI MAL Y PENSE!"
" This Garter, brighter from the knee
Of him who uttered nothing—important."
A St ah and Garter! Here 'sago!
Well, well, no doubt 'twas to be worn meant;
And, as mere personal adornment,
It does look smartisb, dontcher know I
All personal adornment's vain,
Held Dr. Watts, holds dear McDougall ;
For dowdy dress and habits frugal
Befit the Democratic strain.
And 1 'm a Democrat—of course!
The Benjamin Franklin of the Peerage!
"Mister" Rosebery, loquitur: —
And yet—ah! truly 'tis a queer age —
A Decoration has some force !
I wonder what the L.C.C.
Will say to this! That I should spurn it ?
John Burns may swear T ought to burn it.
Still—it looks natty round my knee.
I need not wear it when I sit
Among the broadcloth'd heirs of Bumble !
But Foreign Minister too humble
Were butt of diplomatic wit.
Battersea's pride my pride may scourge.
Well — he may hnd he 's caught a
Tartar.
A robe—a coronet—a garter !—
Materials for a new "Pride's Purge" !
The keen-eyed Democratic lynx
May watch me with alert suspicion,
As but a half-disguised patrician,
But—sbame to him who evil thinks!
[Left posturing complacently.