* * * * * This not very brilliant political parody will be found in an anonymous pamphlet entitled “_Glad-Par-Stonell-Iana_.” Waterlow & Sons, 1889. ―――― NURSERY RHYMES. Parodies on Nursery Rhymes and Children’s Songs, which were interrupted in order to introduce those relating to Smoking, can now be resumed, as a few good ones still remain to be quoted. When the late Mr. J. O. Halliwell (Halliwell-Phillipps) first brought out his collection of Nursery Rhymes, his friend James Robinson Planché, the dramatist, wrote some little humourous skits on them. These were merely meant for playful badinage, but a few lines may be quoted from them:―― Ride-a-cockhorse To Kennington-Cross; Come and see Planché, Who works like a horse Sucking his fingers, And roasting his toes; He would have you come Wherever he goes. Halliwell-Halliwell, My pretty man, Make me a book As fast as you can; Write it and print it, And mark it with P., And send it by Parcels Delive_rye_. Ding dong bell, Planché’s at Stockwell. What took him there? His wife, you may swear. When will he come back? As soon as he can――good lack. ―――― The Prince of Wales was christened on January 25, 1842, for which occasion a very handsome cake was prepared, but it was remarked that it remained uncut, the Queen appearing unwilling to spoil this remarkable specimen of confectionary. A Nursery Ballad, entitled “The Christening Cake,” was published on the occasion, (by Mr. John Lee, of 440, West Strand,) from which a few extracts may be quoted:―― When great Victoria ruled the land, She ruled it like a Queen; She had a Princess and a Prince Not very far between. The Princess was a girl, you’ll guess, A pretty little thing; Yet parties all agreed in this―― She never could be King. But ere the year its course had run, What universal joy! On Lord Mayor’s Day there came to light A glorious princely Boy! The Queen gazetted him next week, The caudle ran in pails; She girded on his little sword, And called him “Prince of Wales.” “The christening shall be superb, And worthy of our state.” So spoke the Queen to Albert, her Most true and royal mate. * * * * *