Punch, or the London Charivari
Volume 105, December 2, 1893.
edited by Sir Francis Burnand
TO A LADY.
(Whose "Fringe" has fallen off at a Ball.)
Alas! those waving curls,
That parting on your brow,
Had been some other girl's!
"Vhere ish dot barting now?"
Like Breitmann's barty gone
Avay in ewigkeit,
Those curls which you put on
To grace the ball to-night.
Too feeble were the pins,
Too frisky were your hops;
Derisive are the grins,
Departing parting drops.
A parting, this, that shocks
Beholders evermore;
You dare not claim those locks
Now lying on the floor.
I used to think them fair,
I find them false instead;
If thus you lose your hair,
I shall not lose my head.
Nor certainly my heart—
With that I should not care
So readily to part
As you with purchased hair.
We kick those curls aside.
Your looks and locks have fled,
Then hasten home to hide
Your much diminished head.
Don Pedro d'Alcantara leComte d'Eu is eighteen. Heis pursuing his studies at aMilitary Academy, speaks Germanfairly well, and in hisleisure hours is, we are informed,"studying Polish."The latter being acquired, hewill become a most polish'dPrince. He is so very well offthat he will not have to go toBrazil for a crown.
DOMESTIC THRIFT.
Scene—Entrance-hall at the Browns, after one of their Parties.
Jones (the last to depart, as usual). "What a delicious Drink,Waiter! What is it!"
Waiter. "The Leavings, Sir!"
PRINCE ALEXANDER OF BATTENBERG.
Europe's Prince Charming, lion-like, born to dare,
Betrayed by the black treacherous Northern Bear!
Soldier successful vainly, patriot foiled,
Wooer discomfited, and hero spoiled!
Triumphant champion of Slivnitza's field,
To sordid treachery yet doomed to yield;
Of gallant heart and high-enduring strain,
Valiant resultlessly, victor in vain!
Motley career of mingled shine and shame,
Material fashioned for romantic fame!
An age more chivalrous you should have seen,
When brutal brokers, and when bagmen keen,
Shamed not the sword and blunted not the lance.
Then had you been true Hero of Romance.
Now, when to Mammon Mars must bow his crest,
King-errantry seems a Quixotic quest,
And "unfulfilled renown" finds only—early rest!
A VALETUDINARIAN'S VISDOM.
Evening red and morning grey
Makes me by the fireside stay.
Evening gre