Gentle sir, although I honour your design―― (Hey, but he’s hopeful, willow, willow waly!) I’ve not the appointment, and so I must decline, Hey, willow waly, O! To sheriffs straightway go you―― Observe the door I show you. Hey, willow waly, O! _Funny Folks._ September 22, 1883. ―――― A NEW DUET FROM “PATIENCE.” _Salisbury_―― Prithee, gentle working-man, once my bugaboo, (Hey, but he’s civil, isn’t he now, rale-y?) Are there any Radicals dangling after you, Hey, willow waly, O! I would fain climb over your shoulder into clover, Hey, willow waly, O! _Working-Man_―― Noble lord, my vote is quite unpledged and free, (Hey, but he’s civil, isn’t he now, rale-y?) The Rads don’t seem to care for to take the stump for me, Hey, willow waly, O! And what you are there for――oh, well I know the wherefore, Hey, willow waly, O! _Salisbury_―― Prithee, gentle working-man, won’t you vote for me? (Hey, but I’m hopeful, willow waly), And leave the Grand Old Man at home to chop his tree, Hey, willow waly, O? _Truth._ November 15, 1883. ―――― TRIO IN “PATIENCE.” (_Duke_, _Colonel_, and _Major_.) It’s clear that Mediæval art alone retains its zest, To charm and please its devotees we’ve done our little best. We’re not quite sure if all we do has the Early English ring; But, as far as we can judge, it’s something like this sort of thing; You hold yourself like this, You hold yourself like that, By hook and crook you try to look both angular and flat. We venture to expect That what we recollect, Though but a part of true High Art will have its due effect. If this is not exactly right, we hope you won’t upbraid; You can’t get high Æsthetic tastes, like trousers, ready made. True views on Mediævalism, Time alone will bring, But, as far as we can judge, it’s something like this sort of thing: You hold yourself like this &c., &c. ―――― THE TROUBLESOME TRIO. _Appearing nightly during the Performance of “Impatience,” at St. Stephen’s._