Yes, Music's art can teach Better than savage ungrammatic speech. Young HERBERT let us praise, "The dear Dook" let us love. The weary wayfarer, the wan-faced slummer, Beneath the spell of Music and the Drummer, Feel rataplans and rubadubs to raise Their souls sour spleen above. VII. "Orpheus could lead the savage race, And trees uprooted left their place, Sequacious of the lyre."-- Precisely, Glorious JOHN! Yet 'twere no lark To see the trees cavorting round the Park. No! Our CECILIA'S aim is even higher. To soothe the savage (Socialistic) breast, Set Atheist and Anarchist at rest, And to abate the spouting-Stiggins pest Young HERBERT and grey GEORGE may well aspire. The "Milingtary Dook"'s permission's given That the Park-Public's breast, be-jawed and beered, May by the power of harmony be cheered, And lifted nearer heaven! GRAND CHORUS. (_By a Grateful Crowd._) "This 'ere's the larkiest of lays! Things _do_ begin to move! 'ERBERT and GEORGY let us praise, And all the powers above. We've spent a reglar pleasant 'our Music like this the Mob devour. Yah! Anerchy is all my heye. That cornet tootles scrumptiously. Go it, young GLADSTING! Don't say die Dear Dook, but 'ave another try. 'Armony makes disorder fly And Music tunes hus to the sky! * * * * * "THE 'KEY-NOTE'-ORIOUS MRS. EBBSMITH." [Illustration: The Dowdy Mrs. Ebbsmith makes it hot for her young man.]