RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE 238 Rich and furred was the robe he wore, _T. Hook_ 238 Ragged and rough were the clothes she wore 239 Rich and rare were the arms she bore 239 Rough and red was the cloak she wore 239 Quaint and queer were the gems she wore 264 THERE IS NOT IN THE WIDE WORLD 239 There is not in this city an alley so sweet. National Omnibus, 1831 239 There is not in the palace. National Omnibus 239 There’s not in Saint Stephen’s. Figaro in London 239 There is not in all London. Punch, 1842 240 There’s not in the wide world a country so sweet 240 There’s not in the wide world an odour less sweet 240 O, There’s not in the West-end, Punch. 1872 240 There’s not in all London a tavern so gay. _G. W. M. Reynolds_ 240 On Stephen Kemble 240 The Irish welcome 241 The Trifle. Punch, 1852 241 The Bitter cry of outcast London. Two parodies from the Weekly Dispatch, by _T. A. Wilson_ and _Aramis_ 241 The meteing of the waters. Punch, 1884 241 The Thames. _B. Saunders_. 1884 242 The House of Lords. H. B., 1884 242 There is not to the poet. _E. A. Horne_, 1884 242 The Heiress. _Aramis_. 1884 242 The Club Smoking-room. _J. Pratt_, 1884 242 The Meeting of the Emperors. Moonshine, 1884 243 There’s not in old Ireland. _Walter Parke_ 270 Come, send round the wine. 1825 243 BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS 243 Mr. Colburn to Lady Morgan’s Books, 1831 243 On the House of Lords and Reform. Figaro in London, 1831 243 Believe me, dear Susan. Diogenes, 1854 243 To a lady in a crinoline. Punch, 1857 244 John Bull to Paddy, 1867 244 John Bright to his place, 1869 244 To an Ancient Coquette 244 On College Don 244 On Roast pork. _F. B. Doveton_, 1881 244 On Tory election promises, 1886 244 Oh, blame not the Bard. Fun, 1883 245 Oh! the days are gone when beauty bright. 1869 245