Is Forster but a poor pretence? Is Goschen but a traitor? Upon a Tory providence Is Hartington a waiter? Is Gladstone but the Tame Old Man Whose strings you deign to pull? You’ve much to do before you can Prove all these facts to Bull. Observe, good Joseph, if you’re wise, The Winkles you condemn Got pretty round majorities, To show my trust in them: Would you my loyal servant stay, (I’m stedfast, if I’m slow), A little modesty, I pray, Jo Chamberlain, my Jo. You’d have your foes “drain to the dregs” The cup you say they fill? If so, John Bull your pardon begs―― _He_ pays the liquor-bill. Ye Jacobins and Josephins, ’Tis time to think, you know, Less of yourselves and Outs and Ins, And more of me――come Jo! _Punch_, January 2, 1886. In _Punch_ of October 3, 1885, there was another parody commencing “Joe Chamberlain, my Joe, Sir,” being an appeal by a moderate Liberal to Mr. J. Chamberlain not to endanger the unity of the party at the coming general election. ――――:o:―――― FOR A’ THAT AND A’ THAT. Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a’ that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a’ that! For a’ that and a’ that, Our toils obscure, and a’ that! The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, The man’s the gowd for a’ that, What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin’ grey, and a’ that: Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man’s a man for a’ that! For a’ that, and a’ that. Their tinsel show, and a’ that, The honest man, though e’er sae poor; Is king o’ men for a’ that! You see yon birkie, ca’d a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a’ that. Though hundreds worship at his word, He’s but a coof for a’ that; For a’ that, and a’ that, His riband, star, and a’ that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a’ that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke and a’ that; But an honest man’s aboon his might, Guid faith, he manna fa’ that! For a’ that, and a’ that, Their dignities, and a’ that, The pith o’ sense, and pride o’ worth, Are higher ranks than a’ that! Then let us pray that come it may―― As come it will for a’ that―― That sense and worth o’er a’ the earth, May bear the gree, and a’ that, For a’ that, and a’ that, Its comin’ yet, for a’ that, That man to man, the warld o’er, Shall brothers be for a’ that! ROBERT BURNS. This Song was rendered into French, by Father Prout, and published in Bentley’s Miscellany:――