he classes,
Whilst _I'm_ champion of the masses,
Fly before such braying asses?--
What do _you_ think?
Wish is father to their thought,
Their wild hope with fear is fraught.
They are not _au fait_ to aught
Liberals true think.
They imagine "Mr. Fox"
Has delivered such hard knocks
That _impasse_ my pathway blocks!--
What do _you_ think?
Just inspect me, if you please!
Is my pose not marked by ease?
_Am_ I going at the knees,
Like a "screw" Think!
Pooh! The part of Sisyphus
Suits me well. Why make a fuss?
Eh? Retire,--and leave things thus?
What do _you_ think?
On the--say the Lyric Stage--
For some years I've been the rage,
And some histrios touched by age
Of Adieu think.
But I'm like that "Awful Dad,"
Though this makes my rivals mad,
Don't true Gladdyites feel glad?
What do you think?
I'm a genuine Evergreen;
It is that excites their spleen
Who my lingering on the scene
A great "do" think.
I regret, _so_ much, to tease them!
My last exit would much ease them.
But Retire!--and just to please them!
What do _you_ think?

[_Winks and walks round._

* * * * *

A DREAMY MADNESS.

The other night I went to bed,--
It may seem strange, but still I did it,--
And laid to rest my weary head
So that the bed-clothes nearly hid it;
Which was perhaps the reason why
My brain throughout the night was teeming
With truly wondrous sights, and I
Was wholly given o'er to dreaming.

'Twas on the Twenty-first of May,
The streets were filled to overflowing,
The streets, that in a curious way
Were clean although it kept on snowing.
The daily papers for a change
Came out each day without a leader,
But, what was surely rather strange,
They didn't lose a single reader!

I saw a Bishop in a tram,
Although he knew it was a Sunday;
The lion lay down with the lamb,
And CLEMENT SCOTT with SYDNEY GRUNDY.
Professor HUXLEY said, "In truth
I'm really sick to death of rows," and
Wrote there and then to General BOOTH
To put his name down for a thousand.

I heard that Mr. PARNELL wrote
(Much to McCARTHY's jubilation)
A very kind and civil note,
In which he sent his resignation;
Whilst ANDREW LANG with weary air
Professed himself completely stag