* * * * * Wake! wake! wake! In thy Northern land so free, And our eloquent leader utters A protest for you and me. Oh, well for Midlothian's sons That they shout with him in the fray, Oh, well for our British lads, For we know he will gain us the day. And the Franchise war goes on, Though the Lords would have us be still; But, O for our triumph, thou Grand Old Man, When the people have their bill. Wake! wake! wake! To the war-cry of "Liberty!" And slav'ry's old despotic days Shall never return to thee. RICHARD H. W. YEABSLEY. _The Weekly Dispatch_, September 14, 1884. (Parody Competition). * * * * * RHYME FOR ROGERS. Howe'er it be, it seems to me A House of Peers can be no good: Mob caps are more than coronets, And Hyde Park crowds than Hatfield's brood. _Punch_, September 6, 1884. * * * * * Tennyson's "Enoch Arden" has been less frequently parodied than most of his poems; some years ago the Australian Punch had a clever burlesque of it, and a "continuation" of Enoch Arden was privately printed in 1866. This very scarce little pamphlet consisted of twelve pages, in a blue wrapper, and had no printer's name or place on it. As it is now eagerly sought after by collectors of Tennysoniana, it is here given in full:-- ENOCH ARDEN, (CONTINUED) BY C. H. P. Not by the "LAUREAT,"--but a timid hand That grasped the Poet's golden lyre, "and back Recoil'd,--e'en at the sound herself had made." 1866. ENOCH ARDEN (_Continued_).