Italian, French, and Spanish, and Dutch, high or low, he’ll speak, Count Troy-weight like a Trojan, tell the time of day in Greek; And if to serve in India he be a chosen man, he Will astonish all the natives in the choicest Hindostanee; Like a polyglot young officer, fit for the future time. Nor are his powers of body less than are those of his mind; Quick eye, strong arm, and foot so fleet as ne’er to lag behind; Good lungs, and constitution such as no fatigue can feel, With iron nerves and sinews, and a heart as true as steel, Has this brave young English Officer, to serve us in his prime. A Centaur in his horsemanship, an Angelo to fence, In every manly pastime he makes way, nor makes pretence; From battle-fight to fisticuffs good generalship he proves. In glory’s race a winner, and a “wunner” with the gloves, Like the plucky British Officer, of past and present time. He can draw with equal credit an earthwork or a cheque, Keeps a spotless reputation, and accounts without a speck, Knows staff-duties and horseflesh, can out-bargain Greek or Jew, Has ready wit at his command, and ready money too: This accomplished English Officer, one of the coming time. _Punch._ August 22, 1857. ―――― A FYTTE OF THE BLUES. Of woman’s rights and woman’s wrongs we’ve heard much talk of late, The first seem most extensive, and the latter very great; And Mrs. Ellis warns men, not themselves to agitate, For ’neath petticoats and pinafores is hid the future fate Of this wondrous nineteenth century, the youngest child of Time! The Turks they had a notion, fit alone for Turks and fools, That womankind has no more mind than horses or than mules; But this idea’s exploded quite, as to your cost you’ll find, If you intend to change or bend some stalwart female mind, In this Amazonian century, precocious child of Time. If by external signs you seek this strength of mind to trace, You’ll observe a very “powerful” expression in her face; The lady’s stockings will be blue, and inky be her hand, And her head quite full of something hard she doesn’t understand, Like a puzzle-pated Bluestocking, one of the modern time. And her dress will be peculiar both in fabric and in make, An artistic classic tragic highly-talented mistake; Which is what she calls “effective,” though I’d rather not express The effect produced on thoughtless minds by such a style of dress, When worn by some awful Bluestocking, one of the modern time.