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S N .
(Another parody of Eliza Cook,)
That gridiron by the mantel-piece,
Its look gives every nerve a thrill;
That thing of home begrimed with grease,
Whereon our sprats we learn’d to grill.
November—month to childhood dear,
Old month of Civic feasts and sights,
To see that gridiron so near,
Fills my sad heart with home delights.
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WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE.
As several of the following parodies are rather out of date extracts only
are given.
P W F .
Lincoln, spare that tree,
Touch not a single bough,
Though in the way to be,
Oh, stand up for it now.
Still, let its shade expand,
Where, round the social pot,
The H cabmen stand—
Oh, L , harm it not!
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Thy sire, great Clumber’s King,
Thou’st certain to offend—
His son do such a thing!—
The world draws to an end
Old Laws, old Dukes, old Trees,
Delay, decay, dry-rot:
Let P do as he please,
But, L , harm them not!
Punch. 1846.
[While Lord Lincoln, son of the Duke of Newcastle, was First
Commissioner of Woods and Forests, a proposal was made to cut down
some of the old trees in the West-end of London, which were said to be in
the way.]
T H P C C .
Gasman, light that clock,
The time I cannot see;
It can’t be more than twelve,
And yet it looks like three!
Its hands are all confused,
Its numbers none can trace:
Say, is that humble clock
Ashamed to show its face!
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THE IVY GREEN.
Oh! a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o’er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
The walls must be crumbled, the stones decayed,
To pleasure his dainty whim;
And the mouldering dust that years have made,
Is a merry meal for him.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.