قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 108, June 8, 1895
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Daudet-say!
Is every Englishwoman then a Grundy or a Gamp,
Daudet? Daudet?
Did you play Diogenes—without his lamp—
Daudet? Daudet-say?
Have you joined the pessimist churls
Who of nothing good can say,
That you slight our women and insult our girls,
Daudet? Daudet-say?
Oh, Dan seems empty and Beersheba bare,
Daudet! Daudet!
And there's nothing tasteful, and there's no one fair,
Daudet! Daudet-say!
To the saffron skin of France
English rose-tints must give way?
At our British Beauties did you get a glance,
Daudet? Daudet-say?
You laud male Britons, whilst you pour dispraise—
Daudet! Daudet!—
On our girls and matrons! 'Tis a travellers' craze,
Daudet! Daudet-say!
The Frank abroad—is frank,—
From the belles of France away,
He is doubtless home-sick, but he need not turn "crank."
Daudet! Daudet-say!
The less said the better? Well, that's true, no doubt,
Daudet! Daudet!
But the little that you have said is all sneer and flout,
Daudet! Daudet-say!
The maids of France are fair!—
Are the men fair too? Ah! nay.
Not if you're a specimen, my debonair
Daudet! Daudet-say!
Neither taste nor beauty? Oh! you must have been bad,
Daudet! Daudet!
The mal de mer all the time you must have had,
Daudet! Daudet-say!
The jaundice worked its will
Upon you all the way!
Try again—after swallowing a big blue pill—
Daudet! Daudet-say!
Sands and Sea.
(By a Harrow Boy who was "ploughed" at Exam.)
"Ploughing the sands" has been shown, in a letter to the Times, to be, in some cases, a productive operation. If the sands are well ploughed, and well sown, then may a fine crop be expected. When "Ploughing the sands" is no longer remunerative, then let all hands be summoned aboard, and the Government vessel in search of General Election Island may "Plough the sea," and come safely into port. What is successful "ploughing" to them will be "harrowing" to the Opposition.
"O Such a Day was Never Seen!"—Mr. Justice Day is always a bright, never a dull Day. His judicial utterances are like the sea around the Isle of Man, clear and profound. Rarely does he miss a good point; yet so it was the other day when, in a trial of "Legge v." a heap of people (not involving any question of "Legge bail"), Mr. Justice Day observed, "I find now very high rank held by doctors in the Army. There are Captain-surgeons, Colonel-surgeons, and I am not sure there are not Generals. (Laughter.)" "Not sure," Mr. Justice! Why 'tis as clear as Day! There is another and a higher grade, viz., "General-Practitioner."
