What are some young Misses made of? Poker and Bang, Second-hand slang; Plenty of face, Air without grace; Bustle and flounce, Brains half an ounce; Dreams but of pelf, Thoughts but of self; Life all a lie, Hang by-and-bye! That’s what some Misses are made of. What are most young Johnnies made of? Needless toothpicking, Stage door heel-kicking; Long lemon squashing, Prodigal washing; Stock-seller’s model, Hairdresser’s noddle; Old schoolboy vices, Love-lingering for “nicies”; _Blasé_ pretended, Unbegun――ended! That’s what most Johnnies are made of! _Judy._ January 3, 1883. “DICKORY,” _à la française_. Diggoré, doggoré, doge, Le rat monte à l’horloge, Une heure se frappe Le rat s’échappe Diggoré, doggoré, doge. _Boys Own Paper._ March, 1884. MUS IN HOROLOGIO. Quatit terrore domus, Est horologio mus. Tunc hora prima sonuit, Et murem sic attonuit; Caret terrore domus―― Non horologio mus. _The Hornet._ June 19, 1872. A SONG OF A SELL. Hickery, dickery, dare! The Socialists met in the Square; Warren nabs one, Away the rest run, Hickery, dickery, dare! ――――:o:―――― Multiplication is vexation, Division is as bad; The Rule of Three, it puzzles me, And Practice drives me mad! POEM BY THE ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY. (_Composed on the day His Grace “deprived” Mr. Denison._) Transubstantiation is vexation, Consubstantiation is as bad; Archdeacon D. doth trouble me, And I rather think he’s mad. J. B. CANTUAR. 1856. THE KHEDIVE’S SUMMING UP. Abdication is vexation, Deposition’s twice as bad; The Rule of Three it bothers me, And Bismarck drives me mad. _Punch._ June 28, 1879. (Written shortly before the deposition of the Khedive, by Turkey, France and England.) A SUM OF SORROWS. The Iligant Nation Is a vexation, But Gordon’s twice as bad: From Redistribution Comes bitter confusion, And Egypt’s driven me mad. BY A PUBLICAN. “Application” is vexashun, “Compensation” ’ll prove bad; Terms o’ years three is a muzzle for me, Them practices drives me mad. DANEHILL. Lord S. _loqr._ Compensation’s tribulation, The wheel-tax is as bad, By Jokin G―― And Licensed V, I’m fairly driven mad. BARITONE. _Truth_, June 14, 1888. ―――― Mobilisation’s desperation, Inaction is as bad; The Admiraltee it puzzles “we,” The Horse Guards drives us mad. _Truth._ June 28, 1888. ――――