When chivalrous BURNABY lay slain, with a smile in the face of death, And for happy news from the hungry wastes men yearned with bated breath; When WILSON pushed his eager way past torrent-swirl and crag, Till they saw o'er GORDON's citadel wave high--the MAHDI's flag. That shame was surely enough, enough, that sorrow had a sting Our England should not court again. The Laureate's accents ring With scorn suppressed, a scorn deserved indeed, if still our part Is to forget a purpose high that was dear to GORDON's heart. "This earth has borne no simpler, nobler man." So then sang he Who sounds a keen reveille now. "Can you help us?" What say we? Oh, out on words, that come like WOLSELEY's host too late--too late! Do--_do_, in the simple silent way that made lost GORDON great. Surely these Boys that GORDON loved in the Home with GORDON's name Should speak to every English heart that cares for our England's fame; And what be forty thousand pounds as an offering made to him Who held so high that same bright fame some do their worst to dim! Fit task for patriot poet, this! TYRTÆUS never stood More worthily for heroic hearts or his home-land's highest good. Give! give! and with free hands! His spirit's poor, his soul is hard, Who heeds not our noblest Hero's appeal through the lips of our noblest Bard! * * * * * A REMINISCENCE AND A QUOTATION.--It is reported that two Gaiety burlesque-writers are about to re-do _Black-Eye'd Susan_ "up to date," of course, as is now the fashion. As the typical melodramatic tragedian observes, "'Tis now some twenty-five years ago" that FRED DEWAR strutted the first of his five hundred nights or so on the stage as _Captain Crosstree_, that PATTY OLIVER sang with trilling effect her "_Pretty Seeusan_," and that DANVERS, as _Dame Hatly_, danced like a rag-doll in a fantoccini-show. To quote the Poet CRABBE, and to go some way back in doing so,-- "I see no more within our borough's bound The name of DANVERS!" Which lines will be found in No. XVII. of the Poet's "Posthumous Tales." * * * * * THE MODERN TRAVELLER. In a restaurant-Pullman he books His seat, a luxurious craze. Most travellers now take their Cooks, And everyone's going to Gaze. * * * * * IBERIAN-HIBERNIAN.--Sir,--In Ireland since the time when the Armada came to grief on its coasts, there have always existed Spanish names, either pure, as in the instance of Valencia, or slightly mixed. In Spain the Celtic names are found in the same way, and an instance occurs on the border-land of Spain and Southern France, in the name of the place to which the Spanish Premier has gone for his holiday, viz., Bagnères-de-Bigorre. If "Bigorre" isn't "Begorra," what is it? DON PATRICK DE CORQUEZ. * * * * * [Illustration: "HAVE WE FORGOTTEN GORDON?"]