Farewell to eminence attained of yore, Great Surrey heads the County list no more! For though you give a RICHARDSON or HAYWARD, Dame Fortune still _will_ be a trifle wayward; Though _one_ was sorely missed, and surely no man Can tell where they'd have been if they'd had LOHMANN. Surrey has had (like every dog) its day, In 1893, perforce, makes way For sturdy Yorkshire. _Mr. Punch_ admires This famous county of the Northern Shires. For many a season past the worst of luck Has dogged their steps, though not decreased their pluck; And though each cricketer may have his likes, There's not a man who'll not say--Well-played, Tykes! * * * * * COPHETUA, L.C.C. Mr. GRANT ALLEN charges London with being "a squalid village." Sir LEPEL GRIFFIN suggests that the "Postprandial Philosopher" must have been dining badly. He--Sir LEPEL--contends that "Like the beggar-maid in Mr. BURNE-JONES'S picture, London is a beautiful woman, fair of face and noble of form, and only needs the transforming hand of some future King COPHETUA to strip her of her sordid rags, and clothe her in the lustrous raiment which befits her." This is what 'ARRY would call "the straight Griffin"! By all means make COPHETUA Chairman of the London County Council--as soon as you find him! Sir LEPEL, instead of joining in the parrot-chorus of disparagement, actually says, "The best hope of the regeneration of London is in the County Council"!!! He thinks "it is a mistake" to distrust them, and would hand over to them (says the _Daily Chronicle_) most of the machinery and material of our municipal life. Quite so. And as the Gryphon (which is much the same thing as Griffin) said to the Mock Turtle (suggestive this of the Civic Corporation), in _Alice in Wonderland_, _Punch_ would say to Sir LEPEL or his problematic COPHETUA, "Drive on, old fellow! Don't be all day about it!" When ALICE ventured to say she had never heard of "Uglification," the Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. "What! Never heard of uglifying!" it exclaimed. "You know what to beautify is, I suppose?"--"Yes," said ALICE, doubtfully; "it means--to--make--anything--prettier."--"Well, then," the GRYPHON (who must have been a Postprandial Philosopher, surely) went on, "if you don't know what to uglify is, you _must_ be a simpleton."