When any of his working men are bold enough to press For a trifle more of wages in a season of distress, He answers like a thorough-going man of business:―― “Must I pay this or that for work which I could get for less?” Says the fine Old English Gentleman, one of the present time. But rolling years will onwards flow, and Time, alas! will fly, And one of these fine days this fine Old Gentleman will die! Ah! will he then bethink him as he heaves life’s last sigh, That he has done to others quite as he would be done by? As the true Old Englishman did all in the olden time. ANONYMOUS. ―――― THE FINE YOUNG LONDON GENTLEMAN. I’ll sing you a fine new song all about a fine young spark, Who’s a fine Young London Gentleman quite up to any lark; Who takes supper very early, and breakfasts in the dark; Who’s a real “dear old chappie,” as I needn’t p’raps remark, Of a fine Young London Gentleman, Quite of the present style. He’ll bet in “monkeys,” “ponies,” though he has seldom ready cash; If his Tailor isn’t paid, yet he has rings and pins to flash; At his fav’rite burlesque theatre he’s known as “such a Mash,” When to a fifth-rate Actress he bouquets down will dash, Like a fine Young London Gentleman, Quite of the present style. He round the corner hurries when the sparkling piece is o’er, To see his favourite Beauties coming out by the stage-door; He will jostle with his fellows to obtain a smile――nay, more, To simply stare at her he’s seen some hundred times before, Like a fine Young London Gentleman, Quite of the present style. He will hie him off to Hurlingham to join the dove _battue_; He will “plank his pieces” down to join in battle with the Jew; He will seek the same antagonist his “paper” to renew, When he’s had the bank at baccarat, or “lost the quids” at loo, Like a fine Young London Gentleman, Quite of the present style. He will say that port and sherry his nice palate always cloy; He’ll drink nothing but “B. and S.” and big magnums of “the Boy;” He’s the darling of the Barmaid, and the honest Waiter’s joy, As he quaffs his Pommery “extra sec,” his “Giesler;” or “Irroy,” Like a fine Young London Gentleman, Quite of the present style.