Orful nice to see Science confirming wot _I_ always held. Blow me tight, If I don't rayther cotton to HUXLEY; he's racy, old pal, and he's right. The skim-milk of life's for the many, the lardy few lap up the cream, And all talk about trimming the balance is rubbish, a mere Roosso's Dream! Philanterpy's all very nice as a plaything for soft-'arted toffs, Kep in bounds it don't do no great 'arm. Poor old BUGGINS, he flushes and coughs; Gets hangry, he do, at my talk. I sez, keep on your hair, my good bloke, Hindignation ain't good for your chest; cut this Sosherlist cant, or _you'll_ choke. Philanterpy squared in a system would play up Old Nick with the Great, As 'cute Bishop MAGEE sez Religion would do--_carried out_--with the State. Oh, when Science and Saintship shake hands, in a sperret of sound common sense, To chuck over the cant of the Pulpit, by Jingo, old pal, it's Himmense! All cop and no blue ain't _my_ motter; I likes to stand treat to a chum; And if I wos flush of the ochre, I tell yer I'd make the thing hum. And there's lots o' the rich is good parters; bit here and bit there, dontcher know; But shake up the Bag and share round, like good pals a pot-lucking? Oh no! Wot these jokers call Justice means knocking all 'andicap out of life's race; "Equal chances all round," they declare, wouldn't give equal power and pace! Wy, no; but if things weren't made nice for the few with the power and the tin, The 'andicapped many would be in the 'unt, and some on 'em might _win_. Pooty nice state o' things for the perkers! Luck, Law, and the Longheads, dear boy, Have arranged the world so that the many must work that the few may enjoy. These "Equality" jossers would spile it; if arf their reforms they can carry, The enjoyers will 'ave a rough time, and there won't be a look in for 'ARRY. * * * * * LE PETIT DUC. [Illustration: _Audience._ "BRAVO, MONSEIGNEUR!"] "BRAVO Monseigneur!" Quite a natural cry, For he looks picturesque, and appears to be plucky, The Roscius _rôle_ the young actor would try; His _début_ "gets a hand," which is certainly lucky. These Infant Phenomena frequently fail To rouse anything more than good-natured derision; But clappings and cheers this boy histrion hail. What then is his Vision? "The thoughts of youth, they are long, long thoughts;" Exceedingly true, most mellifluous LONGFELLOW! But later come crosses, oft leading to noughts, And "_l'homme nécessaire_" often finds he's the wrong fellow. How many _débuts_ have occurred on the Stage With various set scenes, and with properties varied? Sensationalism, the vice of the age, To extremes has been carried.