Theebaw was a potentate mighty, “The Magnificent One, Grandchild of the Sun,” To put foreign armies to flight he Shook his magical spear――it was done. John Bull was his special objection, A contemptible cad, An upstart who had Not a single celestial connection, And whose form altogether was bad. Yet this snob, with the coolest assurance, Sent a party named Shaw To the court of Theebaw To remonstrate――O cheek past endurance!―― When he strangled his brothers-in-law. Says Theebaw, “Shall this prig of a Briton Be allowed to object―― Such a want of respect!―― When I’ve got a man-torturing fit on? It’s hard lines if my fun be thus checked!” So he tried of that prying external His kingdom to rid, Which he finally did, Having scared him to death; but a colonel Named Browne to replace him was bid. Now Theebaw, it is right here to mention, Had very strong views On the subject of shoes; At an afternoon call their retention Was a slip that he could not excuse. The colonel thought this very cruel, Took cold in his head, And before going to bed Put his feet in hot water, supped gruel, Packed up the next morning and fled. Said Bull to Theebaw, “I’m disgusted; If my delegates are Thus exposed to catarrh, With a colonel you shall not be trusted.” Whereto Theebaw answered with “Yah-r!” So St. Barbe was left there to be worried, Till he’d reason to dread, Being relieved of his head In a manner less pleasant than hurried; Then he, too, packed baggage and fled. So Theebaw was alone in his glory. He drowned everybody In the deep Irrawaddy, And then, as an end to the story, He finished himself with rum-toddy. ODD FISH. SECOND PRIZE. _The Tale of King Theebaw._ Theebaw was the King of the golden toe, And the monarch of Mandalay, And he laughingly said, as he got out of bed, In a casual sort of way: “I’m tired of my dozens of uncles and cousins; My connections are far too extensive; My hundreds of mothers and legions of brothers, Though dear, yet are very expensive. I’ll polish off all the sons of my pa, And then, with due justice, I can’t But smother my nieces, and cut into pieces My grandmother’s aged aunt.” “No, really you mustn’t, august Theebaw,” Said the spirited British Envoy. “Pray think of it twice, for it wouldn’t be nice, You exceedingly naughty boy!”