Remember, remember, the fifth of November, As years have rolled on we have got Fresh guys for the season of gunpowder treason So now let us bring out the lot. Here’s Charley Parnell, and Dillon as well, With Labby so fond of abuse, And Harcourt may find a place close behind With a jar of the Parnellite juice. And give to each one a moonlighter’s gun, A mask, and some powder and shot, With Fenian dynamite somewhere concealed To finally blow up the lot. Holloa, boys, holloa, and pile the chips well, For Gladstone of Hawarden has plenty to sell. Bring the effigies out and take them about, On to the bonfire with laughter and shout, With cheers for the empire, with hooting and cries Of “Holloa! boys, holloa! boys, down with the guys!” J. E. CLARKE. _Judy._ November 7, 1888. ――――:o:―――― THE HUSBAND’S REVENGE. _A Warning to wives who will keep bad Cooks._ Provisions raw Long time he bore, Remonstrance was in vain; To escape the scrub He join’d a club; Nor dined at home again. _Punch._ March 1, 1856. ―――― EPITAPH ON A LOCOMOTIVE. Collisions four Or five she bore, The signals wor in vain; Grown old and rusted, Her biler busted, And smash’d the Excursion Train―― “Her end was pieces” MONODY ON PROTECTION. Protection sore long time we bore, Seditions were in vain; But now his friends have given him o’er, He’ll never wake again. ――――:o:―――― NURSERY RHYMES FOR CYCLISTS. Here is a touching little thing to “teach the young idea how to shoot”――down nasty hills:―― “Sing a song of wheeling, Mind that no one squeals―― Four-and-twenty black boys Riding on their wheels, When down hill they ventured, They ‘braked’ it rather rash, And four-and-twenty cripples Resulted from the smash!” The pathetic address of the bicyclist to his lamp:―― “Twinkle, twinkle, little light Struggle through the murky night, Round about the corners trot Many a blue _for-get-me-not_ (_i.e._, the _Bobby_), Who would drag me to the Beak For a fine or for a ‘week,’ And they’d always serve me so If you did not twinkle so!” “Little Jack Jumber Sat on his Humber, Waiting till cows go by, When one in a flurry Sent him in a hurry _Sow_-so into the old pig-stye!” Ladies are invited to―― “Ride a machine to What’s-the-name Green, To see whatever there is to be seen, Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes!” “Jack and Jill Rode down the hill, With joke and jeer and laughter, Jack fell down, And broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after!”