REPEALER. ―――― Sing a song of saving, A pocketful of tin, Telegrams for sixpence A surplus will bring in. When the cover’s opened, We feel inclined to sing: “It’s all abbreviations, We can’t make out a thing.” HECLA. ―――― Sing a song of Gladstone, and make the Tories sigh, Who, in the coming contest, will have another try, When the House assembles shan’t we do a grin, If Tories take a back seat, and Gladdy should get in. Salisbury in the Upper House, pulling faces funny, Cocky little Randy looking anything but sunny; Will, as Premier, back again, sitting on his foes, Staffy up aloft, and indulging in a doze. WILLIAM TYRRELL. _Truth._ October 15, 1885. ―――― Sing a song of scaffolds! a pocket full of twine! Sixty applications to “enlist men in the line!” When old M. departed, the names came pouring in,―― Isn’t that a pretty way to earn a lot of tin?―― Marwood’s in the churchyard, as dead as any mummy; The Queen she wants a hangman, which sounds a little rummy! The tender-hearted maiden says “hanging’s out of date!” When down comes a black cap upon the Judge’s pate! F. B. DOVETON. 1886. ―――― Sing a song of gunnery, a science full of slips, Three-and-forty tonners packed into our ships; When the guns were fired, the tubes began to burst―― Wasn’t this a clever thing not to know at first? _Truth._ September 30, 1886. ―――― Sing a song of sixpence, Many of them shy. Four-and-twenty trippers To Newcastle hie. The Exhibition opened, The trippers crowded in; Wasn’t there a scramble To hear the band begin. They went into the coal mine, And thought it very funny; Also tried the switchback, Well worth the money. They strolled about the garden, In their Sunday clothes; Had a glass or two of Burton, And off home they goes. PERSEVERANTIA. _Newcastle Chronicle._ November, 1887. ―――― GOSCHEN TO THE RESCUE. Sing a song of French pence, Tempers all awry; None will take the foreign “browns”―― All are asking “Why?” Small shopkeeper, tramway-man, Pray keep up your pecker, You’ll have Goschen’s sympathy, Help from the Exchequer. To relieve you from your mess, Goschen says he’s willing; They shall go, like penny buns, Thirteen for a shilling. That shall wipe the ’busman’s eye, Pacify the nation, And, what’s better, purify John Bull’s “circulation.” _Punch._ April 23, 1887. ―――― NURSERY RHYME FOR YOUNG ITALY.