You'll vaunt that one who knew the grand
Victorian Stars, and rather
Deserved himself to join the band
(In fact your father's father),
Who, past expression, loved whate'er
The market cottons _then_ to,
Committed to your childish care
This genuine memento.
You'll catalogue it, as befalls
Your choice, my little gran'son;
You'll bear it to the deathless halls
Of CHRISTIE, WOODS, AND MANSON.
So, when the fateful hammer sounds,
And you have cashed in rhino
A cheque for, haply, forty pounds,
You'll bless your grandsire, I know;
Who, while his fortunes failed, and much
Was life's horizon o'ercast,
_Created_ souvenirs with such
A keen, commercial forecast.
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[Illustration: ALL-ROUND POLITICIANS--SIR WILLIAM VARIETY HARCOURT.]
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BACCHUS OUTWITTED; OR, THE TRIUMPH OF SOBRIETY.
(_Fragment from a Romance founded upon evidence given before the Select
Committee upon Dram-drinking._)
"I really think the experiment should be made," said the Professor.
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