THE first four parts of this collection were devoted to parodies of the works of the Poet Laureate, a few examples being given of the imitations of each of his more important poems. Numerous subscribers have requested that the collection should be continued, so that the first volume might contain as nearly a complete set of parodies on Tennyson's works as it is possible to form. With this view many additional contributions have been sent in; whilst some that have quite recently appeared, and a few that were previously omitted as being too lengthy, will now be included. Independently of the amusing nature of many of the parodies still to be given, collectors of _Tennysoniana_ will appreciate the completeness thus to be obtained, and it will be seen that very few of Tennyson's poems have escaped parody. Although it may appear that the imitations now to be given will come somewhat out of order, no inconvenience will eventually result, as the index will show, in a tabulated form, under the head of each _original_ poem every parody of it. The order adopted in the recent editions of the Laureate's poems will be followed in this further collection, and the parodies will illustrate Mariana; Circumstance; The Palace of Art; Riflemen Form; Lady Clara Vere de Vere; The May Queen; The Dream of Fair Women; "You Ask Me Why;" "Of Old Sat Freedom;" Tithonus; Locksley Hall; Lady Godiva; The Lord of Burleigh; The Voyage; Enoch Arden; The Brook; The Princess; Alexandra; In Memoriam; Maud; Hands All Round; and the Idyls of the King. THE HAYMARKET THEATRE ON THE OCCASION OF THE REVIVAL OF A DULL OLD FIVE-ACT PLAY. With kindest friends, each private box Was thickly peopled one and all; The busy tongues fell at the knocks The prompter gave against the wall. The grand tiers' heads look'd old and strange, Unresting was box-keeper's key, For those who something came to see, Within the dismal five-acts' range. She only said, "It readeth dreary; No pathos and no fun." She said, "I am aweary, aweary, Before it hath begun." Her yawns came with the first act even; Her yawns came ere the third was tried. She had been listening from seven, With nought to praise, nor to deride. After the friends forgot to clap, Which very soon they ceased to do, She drew the box's curtains too, And thought, "I'll take a little nap." She only said, "The play is dreary; No pathos, and no fun," She only said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that it were done." * * * * *