قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, May 20, 1893
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the observations, of 'Arry when he views society from his lower standpoint.
Messrs. Hutchinson & Co. have published a Book of Wise Sayings, by W. A. Clouston. Not that W. A. Clouston said them all, or any of them, but he selected them. One fault has the Baron to find with the selecting collector, and that is that his references are incomplete. He affixes the name of the author to every wise saying, but as he does not give chapter and verse, it is impossible for the ordinary unlearned reader to ascertain when and where the wise saying was uttered. Perhaps this omission is wise on the part of Mr. Clouston. However, here is a happy example for the time present:—
"Safe in thy breast close lock up thy intents,
For he that knows thy purpose best prevents."—Randolph.
Isn't that good? Isn't it "Randolph" to the life? Is anyone quite certain as to the course our Randolph will take?
There are, too, quotations from "R. Chamberlain"—not from Joseph—with whose works the Baron is not so conversant as he might be. Saith R. Chamberlain:—
"A foolish man in wealth and authority is like a weak-timbered house with a too-ponderous roof."—R. Chamberlain.
The Baron strongly recommends the study of this volume to Mr. Oscar Wilde; it will save him hours of painful cogitation during the incubation of his next play.
Another Home-Rule Question.—Ulster objects. Ulster threatens. If Home Rule becomes the law of the land, the Ulstermen will resist vi et armis. Do they propose to set up an Opposition Sovereignty? If so, they have a monarch at hand with the very title to suit them. He is to be found at the Heralds' College, and he is the, par excellence, "Ulster King-at-Arms!"
Stage Whisper at Westminster.—The Comedy of Committee now tends towards becoming Mellor-drama.
"NANA WOULD NOT GIVE ME A BOW-WOW!"
A Pretty Little Song for Pettish Little Emperors.
(Latest Teutonic Version of Mr. Joseph Tabrar's Popular Song.)

[The German Emperor is reported to have said, "It was impossible for me to anticipate the rejection of the Army Bills, so fully did I rely upon the patriotism of the Imperial Diet to accept them unreservedly. A patriotic minority has been unable to prevail against the majority.... I was compelled to resort to a dissolution, and I look forward to the acceptance of the Bills by the new Reichstag. Should this expectation be again disappointed, I am determined to use every means in my power to achieve my purpose."—The Times.]
Wilful Wilhelm sings:—
You ask me why I do not smile; the reason you shall know;
I had a disappointment huge a day or two ago;
I asked my venerable Nurse to give me no more toys,
But just a little Dog of War to bite the other boys.
Spoken. But oh!
Audience (of Generals and Staff Officers). What?
Nana wouldn't give me that bow-wow
Wow-wow!
The Reichstag wouldn't grant me that bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
No; she denied me—flat.
Now, what do you think of that?
And I'd set my mind on that bow-wow-wow!
Wow-wow-wow!
Some years ago she did the same, the greedy bad old girl!
But I've set my mind upon that dog, sharp teeth and coat a-curl.
The other boys have got such tykes, and I should be a mug,
If when they run to mastiffs I'm put off with a small pug.
Audience. Well?
Spoken. Well,
I mean to make her give me that bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
I'll worry her until she buys that bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
I'll dissolve the Imperial Diet,
And I never will be quiet
Until I get that bow-wow-wow!
Wow-wow-wow!
I always meant when I grew old to do just as I pleased,
I'd have a dozen bow-wows then, and if the old Trot teased
I'd shut her up, and everyone who backed her, like a shot;
For no one who opposes Me can be a pat-ri-ot!
Audience. Why?
Spoken. Because
France has got ahead with her bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
Russia makes me jealous with her bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
And now it is my turn
To leave them well astern,
And I can't without that bow-wow-wow!
Wow-wow-wow!
I didn't shake old Bizzy off to take Caprivi up,
To let my old Nurse thwart me in my longing for this pup.
'Tis true that I have other tykes, a pack of 'em indeed—
But what of that? I want one more, of this particular breed.
Audience. Well?
Spoken. Well,
I will, whatever happens, have this bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
I'll have it very soon, if not just now-now!
Wow-wow!
My purpose I'll achieve,
And the Reichstag never leave
Until I get possession of that bow-wow-wow!
Wow-wow-wow!
A Question of Title.—A recent speech by Mr. Lockwood, Q.C., M.P., on the Art of Cross-Examination has been called "deliciously frank." Henceforth, the genial Recorder of York is to be known as Mr. Deliciously Frank Lockwood.
A SOVEREIGN MAXIM.
He who risks the answer Nay,
When he asks he shall have May.

WHEN A MAN DOES NOT LOOK HIS BEST.
When perched on the Back Seat of a Friend's Dog-cart; can take no part in the Conversation, and has to devote himself to Sticking on!
IN SHEFFIELD PARK.
Monday, May 5, 1893.
First Match of the Australian Cricketers against Lord Sheffield's English Eleven.
In Sheffield Park, in budding May!
True English scene, true cricket day,
A generous host, and glorious play!
A date to mark!
A well-fought match, the Cornstalks' first!
A summer sun, a noble thirst!
The Season's on us with a


