When other months amid the range Of time’s revolving year, Exhibit symptoms of a change From what they should appear; Though April fails to bring her showers; Though March is mild and tame; Though May forgets her buds and flowers, You’ll find me still the same. They say that Janus sways my lot, That I two faces wear; But, let me ask them, who does not? In this false world of care. Oh! I’m a month that’s always cold, And who shall dare to blame, If they’re at such a moment told That I am still the same. _Punch’s Almanac._ 1846. ―――― SELF-EVIDENT. When other lips and other eyes Their tales of love shall tell, Which means the usual sort of lies You’ve heard from many a swell; When, bored with what you feel is bosh, You’d give the world to see, A friend, whose love you know will wash, Oh, then remember me! When Signor Solo goes his tours, And Captain Craft’s at Ryde, And Lord Fitzpop is on the moors, And Lord knows who beside; When to exist you feel a task Without a friend at tea, At such a moment I but ask That you’ll remember me. J. R. PLANCHE. ―――― A YULE-TIDE PARODY. When other wits and other bards, Their tales at Christmas tell, Or praise on cheap and coloured cards, The time they love so well; Secure from scorn and ridicule I hope my verse may be, If I can still remember Yule, And Yule remember me. The days are dark, the days are drear, When dull December dies; But, while we mourn an ended year, Another’s star will rise, I hail the season formed by rule For merriment and glee; So let me still remember Yule, And Yule remember _me_. The rich plum-pudding I enjoy, I greet the pie of mince; And loving both while yet a boy, Have loved them ever since, More dull were I than any mule That eyes did ever see, If I should not remember Yule, And Yule remember _me_. ANONYMOUS. From _London Society_. Christmas Number for 1881. ――――:o:―――― SONG FOR THE HALL PORTER. I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With tradesmen and duns outside, And a large assembly of morning calls, In carriage pomp and pride. There were crowds too great to count, and most For Bills unsettled came; But I also dreamt that at my post I sat dozing all the same.