_The Emperor of Austria_.--To master the subject of Home Rule as applied to Austria, Hungary, and the Bulgarian Nationalities. _King of Portugal_.--To settle the Map of Africa with Lord SALISBURY. _The President of the French Republic_.--To adapt _Thermidor_ for the German stage. _The President of the American Republic_.--To bless the McKinley Tariff. _The Marquis of Salisbury_.--To consider with his son and heir the Roman Catholic Disabilities Removal Bill. _Mr. W.H. Smith_.--To renew his stock of Copy-book proverbs. _Mr. Gladstone_.--To compile and annotate a new volume of _Gleanings_, containing the _Quarterly_ Article on "Vaticanism," and the speech in support of the Ripon-plus-Russell Relief Bill. _Mr. Goschen_.--To divide the coming Surplus to everyone's satisfaction. _Mr. Balfour_.--To learn to love both wings of the Irish Party. _Mr. Justin McCarthy_.--To discover his exact position. _Mr. S.B. Bancroft_.--To regard with satisfaction his gift to General Dealer BOOTH. * * * * * [Illustration: JUNIUS JUDEX. _A Pindaric Fragment_. (_A long way after Gray_.)] Awake, O Themis-twangled lyre, awake, And give to pæans all thy sounding strings! Here is a triumph joyfuller than Spring's. JEUNE smacks of Summer rather, and must take The cake! As frescoed heroes cloud-borne progress make, So--happy apotheosis!--advances Stately Sir FRANCIS! See how late-knighted Justice moves along, High, majestic, smooth and strong, Through Cupid's maze and Neptune's mighty main (O Wimpole Street, uplift the strain!) Toward that proudly portal'd door. Silk gowns and snowy wigs raise the applausive roar! O Sovereign of the Social Soul, Lady of bland and comfort--breathing airs, Enchanting hostess! Business cares And Party passion own thy soft control, In thy saloons the Lord of War Muffles the wheels of his wild car, And drops his thirsty lance at thy command. Smoothed by a snowy hand, Aquila's self, the fierce and feathered king, With sleek-pruned plumes, and close-furled wing Will calmly cackle, and put by The terrors of his beak, the lightnings of his eye. Thine the voice, the dance obey; Tempered to thy pleasant sway, Blue and Buff, Orange and Green, In polychromatic harmony are seen, As on a bright Jeune day. And now JEUNE triumphs in no minor measure. Judicial Pomp and Social Pleasure Now indeed make marvellous meeting. See with suasion firmly sweet That brisk trio, gaily greeting To that portal guide his feet. Neptune's hoarse hails his friend's approach declare, Probate, the winged sprite, about must play; With wanton wings that winnow the soft air In gliding state Lord Cupid leads the way To where grave Law must mark, assay, reprove Wanderings of young Desire, and lures of fickle Love!