FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON. It should have been mentioned, in connection with the poems of this gentleman, that illustrated articles concerning his life and works appeared in _Once a Week_, September 7, 1872, and _The Century_, February, 1883. Both contained portraits, the one in _The Century_ having been drawn by Mr. George Du Maurier. Mr. Locker’s poem “St. James’s Street,” (see page 56) originally appeared in _The Times_, in 1867. [Illustration] BALLADES, RONDEAUS, AND VILLANELLES. Since the last part was published several parodies on these exotics have been sent in by various correspondents, and it would be ungracious not to include them, indeed, the collection would be incomplete without them. The first humorous Ballade, aptly enough, is from the pen of Mr. Gleeson White, whose book on _Ballades and Rondeaus_ has already been alluded to:―― BALLADE OF A BALLADE MONGER. You start ahead in splendid style, No stint of rhymes appear in view, With many a happy thought the while―― You dash away as though you knew Enough to fill the thirty-two. Those lines, that need such careful filling, Yet you are lucky if you do―― For ballade-mongering is killing. Now on your face may dawn a smile, To think that rhymes both neat and new, To end your stanzas will beguile Your pen――till “envoy” you must brew; But half the poem yet is due. And though she ready be and willing, To your shy muse you yet must sue―― For ballade-mongering is killing. Here’s stanza three, and now they rile, Those end words that of every hue And form, all seem so poor and vile, You, weary of the hackneyed crew This one suggests the other’s cue. As fresh as――twelve pence for a shilling, No, never change can you renew, For ballade-mongering is killing. _Envoy._ Rhymesters! The Envoy you will rue, Since it should be supreme and thrilling; It’s ended, tamely it is true, For ballade-mongering is killing. GLEESON WHITE. _Judy._ October 5, 1887. ―――― The following well known _Ballade_ originally appeared in Mr. Andrew Lang’s _Ballades in Blue China_, the first (1880) edition of which is so much prized by collectors. BALLADE OF PRIMITIVE MAN. He lived in a cave by the seas, He lived upon oysters and foes, But his list of forbidden degrees An extensive morality shows; Geological evidence goes To prove he had never a pan, But he shaved with a shell when he chose, ’Twas the manner of Primitive Man! He worshipp’d the rain and the breeze, He worshipped the river that flows, And the Dawn, and the Moon, and the trees, And bogies, and serpents, and crows; He buried his dead with their toes Tucked up, an original plan, Till their knees came right under their nose, ’Twas the manner of Primitive Man!