A wind is with their march, brother, that threatens old claims of Class, And the grey Spring skies above them seem to brighten as they pass. Pray heaven there'll be no drop o' rain the whole of the live-long day, To sadden our First o' May, brother, to sadden our First o' May! The labourers of Paris, and the toilers of Berlin, Will throng to shout for shorter hours, homes happier, and more "tin." Why even the chilly Times, chummy, is almost constrained to say There is sense in our First o' May, chummy, hope from our First o' May. The Governments are a-gog, brother, _Figaro_ owns as much; Property quakes when the countless hands of Labour are in touch. And from Bermondsey to Budapest they are in touch to-day, Linked for the Feast of May, brother, linked for the Feast of May! So we must wake and turn out early, bright and early, comrade, dear; To-morrow'll be the grandest day of all the green New Year; To-morrow'll be of all the year the maddest merriest day, For Toil's to be Queen o' the May, brother. Labour is Queen 'o _this_ May! * * * * * MODERN TYPES. (_By Mr. Punch's Own Type-writer._) No. X.--THE MARTYR _INCOMPRISE_. [Illustration] The Martyr _Incomprise_ is one who, having in her home erected a stake, ties to it her husband, and then having set alight the faggots which her own hands have piled round him, calls the world to witness the saint-like fortitude with which she bears up under the sufferings inflicted upon her by her lord and master. She will have been married to a man who, though he does not pretend to be above the ordinary frailties and failings of human nature, tries honestly, for many years, to make her happy. Time after time does this domestic Sisyphus roll the stone of contentment up the hill of his wife's temper, and time after time does it slip from his hands, and go clattering down into the plain of despair. The Martyr is a very virtuous lady, yet she is not satisfied with the calm and acknowledged possession of her virtues. She adds them to her armoury of aggravation, and uses them with a deadly effect. Her morality is irreproachable. She studies to make it a reproach to her husband, and, inasmuch as her temper is equally compounded of the most persistent obstinacy, and the most perverse and unaccountable caprices, it is unnecessary to say that she succeeds marvellously in her undertaking.