Who’ll carry the link? I, said John Bright, With my sweetness and light; _I’ll_ carry the link. Who’ll be chief mourner? I, said John Morley, For I miss him sorely; _I’ll_ be chief mourner. Who’ll sing a psalm? I, said Fowler, A regular howler: _I’ll_ sing a psalm. Who’ll be the parson? I, said Hicks-Beach, For I can preach; _I’ll_ be the parson. Who’ll be the clerk? I, said John Walter, For the _Times_ may alter; _I’ll_ be the clerk. Who’ll toll the bell? I, said Parnell: ’Twas for Ireland he fell; _I’ll_ toll the bell. _The Pall Mall Gazette._ June 17, 1886. ―――― Who won Miss Jenny? “I,” said young Bogle, “With my bow and Ogle. I won Miss Jenny!” Who heard him pop? “I,” said Miss Squeers, “With my two itching ears, I heard him pop!” Who made him do it? “I,” said Miss Jenny, “The bashful young ninny. I made him do it!” Who’ll tie the knot? “I,” said Dean B――――. “For the sake of the fee,―― I’ll tie the knot!” Who’ll be best man? “I,” said Jack Bate, “For I’ll kiss saucy Kate. I’ll be best man!” Who’ll tell his Dad? “I,” said Tom Hare, “And oh! won’t he swear! I’ll tell his Dad!” From _Sketches in Prose and Verse_, by F. B. Doveton, London, Sampson Low & Co., 1886. ―――― Who killed Will Gladstone? “I,” said Joe C――――; “The blow came from me; I killed Will Gladstone.” Who saw him die? “I,” said Lord Harty, “With my little party; We saw him die.” Who’ll dig his grave? “I,” said Lord Randy; “I’ve got the place handy; I’ll dig his grave.” EAST ANGLIA. _Truth._ September 30, 1886. ―――― Who’ll kill Coercion? “I,” cries Democracy; “Despite the Aristocracy, “I’ll kill Coercion.” Who’ll see him die? “I,” sighs each Tory; “Though in him I glory, “I’ll see him die.” Who’ll catch his blood? “I,” says Castle rule; “He is my favourite tool, “I’ll catch his blood.” Who’ll make his shroud? “I,” cries Trevelyan; “Would wager a million, “I’ll make his shroud.” Who’ll dig his grave? “I,” cries old Gladstone; “In _Mitcheltown’s_ sandstone, “I’ll dig his grave.” Who’ll carry him to the grave? “I,” says Salisbury; (“But I am in no hurry), “I’ll carry him to the grave.” Who’ll bear the pall? Says Chamberlain and Goschen, “We are both of one notion, “We’ll bear the pall.” Who’ll carry the link? “I,” says John Bright, “To give you all light, “I’ll carry the link.” Who’ll be chief mourner? “I,” says Rack-renter; “My hopes in him centre, “I’ll be chief mourner.” “Who’ll be the parson? “I,” says gagging Smith; “Have the books to do it with, “I’ll be the parson.”