I'm a little bit tired--in a physical sense-- _Butter, and eggs, and the care of bees!_ But my pleasure in pastoral things is immense, _Butter, and eggs, and the care of bees!_ My Georgic to-day I must cut short, I fear, But--if you desire--and we're all of us here, I may give you a much longer Eclogue--next year! _Butter, and eggs, and the care of bees!_ * * * * * RHYME TO ROSEBERY. (_On his Revival of the Ministerial Whitebait Dinner at the "Ship," Greenwich, Wednesday, August 15, 1894._) GOOD, PRIMROSE! If not a fanatical "Saint," At least you're a genial "Sinner." At the thought of a Race--and a Win--you won't faint, Nor squirm at a loss--with a Dinner! Pluck, patience, and cheer make good Statesmanlike form. We trust that you relished the trip, Sir! If not--_yet_--"the Pilot who weathered the Storm," You're the Skipper who stuck by the "Ship," Sir! * * * * * The Old (Parliamentary) Adam. (_On the Eve of Prorogation._) _Would-be Abdiel (M.P.) loquitur:_-- With rest-thirst and holiday-yearning to grapple I strive, but in August begin to despair. I pity poor EVE with the thirst at her thrapple, Though what tempted her was a snake and an apple, My lures are "a brace" and a "pair." [Transcriber's Note: Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation are as in the original.] End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Punch, or the London Charivari Volume 107, August 25, 1894, by Various