“What matters it? you are not beat!” his tall friend to him said, “There’s another man to take your place, you know, when you are dead. If you’ll leave Ireland alone, you’ll then get on like fun, So don’t give up, but go and sup, and we will pay your dun. Won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you soon cry. Will you, won’t you, will you soon cry, ‘I’ve won!’” MISS SHAW. _Truth_. 15 July, 1886. Not only has Lewis Carroll given many themes to the parodists, but he has himself produced some amusing parodies, a short one on Dr. Watts, that on Southey’s, “You are old, Father William,” already quoted on page 156, Volume III. of Parodies, and “Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup” given on page 35, all appear in _Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland_. That this book should have been translated into German, French, and Italian, tells of its well deserved popularity:―― _And, though the shadow of a sigh May tremble through the story, For happy summer days gone by, And vanish’d summer glory―― It shall not touch with breath of bale The pleasance of that fairy-tale._ ――――:o:―――― MEET ME BY MOONLIGHT. Meet me by moonlight alone, And then I will tell you a tale, Must be told by the moonlight alone, In the grove at the end of the vale. You must promise to come, for I said, I would show the night-flowers their queen; Nay, turn not away thy sweet head, ’Tis the loveliest ever was seen. Oh! meet me by moonlight alone. Daylight may do for the gay, The thoughtless, the heartless, the free; But there’s something about the moon’s ray, That is sweeter to you and to me. Oh! remember, be sure to be there, For though dearly the moonlight I prize, I care not for all in the air, If I want the sweet light of your eyes. So meet me by moonlight alone. J. A. WADE. ―――― MEET ME, MISS MOLLY MALONE. Meet me, Miss Molly Malone, At the grove at the end of the vale; But be sure that you don’t come alone, Bring a pot of your master’s strong ale, With a nice bit of beef and some bread, Some pickled, or cucumbers green, Or a nice little dainty pig’s head, ’Tis the loveliest tit-bit e’er seen. Then meet me, Miss Molly Malone. Pastry may do for the gay, Old maids may find comfort in tea; But there’s something about ham and beef That agrees a deal better with me. Remember my cupboard is bare, Then come, if my dear life you prize, I’d have lived the last fortnight on air, But you sent me two nice mutton pies. Then meet me, Miss Molly Malone.