Hang old Christ Church with purple, The colors of a king, In honor of the kingly soul Which hence has taken wing; In consolation’s labor He fell--his Lord’s behest-- So evening skies are purple-clad When goes the sun to rest. Paul’s Bishop--“Blameless, Vigilant, Wise, Patient, apt to Teach,” Careless of fame or lucre, All men he longed to reach; “Of Good Report ’mongst those Without,” Pure, Genial, Loyal, True, Thus, “Brother Man,” God’s Bishop Toiled, preached, and sowed for you. Thus through the land toiled, preached, and sowed The manliest of men The seeds of truth, and from his dust Shall spring his like again; New Dudleys--’tis the Master’s pledge-- Shall at his voice arise, For his immortal spirit speaks To earth from Paradise, And the purple robes of other kings-- Such force a good example brings-- Shall glorify the skies. THE DRESS CIRCLE. [A ball-room mishap of crinoline days, founded on fact.] “When we have shuffled off this mortal coil.”--_Hamlet_. “Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime”? Where the girls live on partridges, oysters and turtle, And their days fly as swift as a musical rhyme? If you don’t it’s a pity--I think you had better Now listen, my story is true to the letter. O Lulu! dear Lulu! most beautiful one, Whose dark locks sweep over thy exquisite face, As the wings of the tempest o’ershadow the sun, Fair fawn of the forest, thy bright dwelling place, Where the partridges, oysters and turtle were swallowed, With catsups and pickles, and fixin’s more solid, Was graced by no damsel so charming as thou Or so hapless, the night I am writing of now. Dear Lulu, sweet angel, was just coming out, As they say, had just let the tucks out of her dresses, Had such a sly ogle, and the prettiest pout, And a coiffeur de Paris did up her tresses, So her Ma, Mrs. Browne, to give her a start, she Determined, one summer, to give her a party, The rout of the season, where her darling Lulu Might capture the town by her brilliant debut. (They rig up blood-horses with ribbons, you know, To make them sell quicker, when brought to the show.) So she sent a darky round the town, with cards to the elite, With “Mrs. Browne’s regards and she’ll be at home to-night.”