Montagu Williams.

BORN, 1834. DIED, DEC. 23, 1892.

[He will be missed far more by lawyers and the world at large than many men who hold more important offices in his profession."-The Times.] COMPANIONS of his ardent youth,

Or comrades of his riper years; The poor who felt his kindly ruth,

And mourn him with unpurchased tears; Men of the world whose mordant sense Shorn of all maudlin sentiment Seemed the sharp touchstone of pretence; Soft hearts on swift world-bettering bent, All miss, all mourn the man whom all Responsive found to each high call. Old long-dead days of boisterous mirth, Far dim-seen hours of arduous fight When gaiety possessed the earth,

When morning felt no fear of night; School-form, field, footlights, club! Eheu Fugaces! These, indeed, are fled, But thoughts of dashing MONTAGU, That dauntless soul now lying dead, After long fight with pitiless pain Make the old memories live again. Before the triumphs of the Court, Before the honours of the Bench, Wild days there were of toil and sport,

Long ere our brows had learned to blench At threatenings of the first grey hair.

Ah! cordial comrade, champion stout, The fierce ordeal you had to bear

Is ended; fortune's final flout Has fallen, and that gallant breast Is still at last in well-earned rest. It was your happy lot to blend

Sound brain and sympathetic heart; The loyal service of a friend,

With worldly wisdom keen and tart. Shrewd advocate and councillor keen,

You knew the world, yet pitied it; Compassion mild, not cynic spleen

Tempered the edge of caustic wit. Farewell! It dims much pomp and state, Your title-" Poor Man's Magistrate!"

AN IDYLL OF THE CROWD.

(A Tip (after Tennyson) to Tory Topsawyers.) COME down, O Scribe, from yonder sniffy height; [lor sang), What pleasure lives in "sniff" (the CouncilIn sniff and scorn, the weakness of the "swells"? [cease But cease to move so near the clouds, and To sit a votary of the "Great Pooh-Pooh"; And come, for Labour's in the valley, come, For Toil dwells in the valley, come thou down And watch him; by the dim slum threshold,

he,

Or hand in hand with poverty in the docks, Or black with stithy-swartness by the forge, Or troll-like in the mine; nor cares to walk With Wealth and Fashion in the parks and squares;

[cold

But follow! Come thou down, and let the Cramp-headed cynics yelp alone, and leave The mugwump scoffers there to shape and sleek

Their thousand paragraphs of acrid joke That like a squirting fountain waste in air: So waste thou not; but come; for hunger pale Awaits thee; haggard pillars of the hearth Appeal to thee; slum children call, and now The Crowd's astir, with every man a Vote To give him voice, and in that voice you'll ["laws,"

hear Myriads of "movements" hurrying into The moan of men at immemorial ills, And murmuring of innumerable shes.

MIXED NOTIONS.

No. III.-PANAMA. SCENE, and persons as before-namely, two Well-informed Men, an Inquirer, and an Average Man, travelling up together in a suburban morning-train to London.

Inquirer. Yes, I know that's its name now. But why call it after a straw hat?

First W. I. M. (amazed). After a what?
Inquirer. After a straw hat.

hat. The straw hat's called after it. That's all.
First W. I. M. (calmly, but firmly). It isn't called after a straw

Inquirer (dogged, and unconvinced). Well, anyhow, I know I bought a Panama hat last summer-and deuced expensive it

VERY CIVIL LAW.

(With Mr. Punch's Compliments to the London County Council.) SCENE-The Interior of the Court under the Patronage of the London County Council. Judge, appointed according to the popular view, discovered in the act of passing sentence.

Judge. Prisoner in the dock, or I should say. my good friendfor are we not all liable to err ?I have no wish to increase the natural embarrassment of your position. I am here, as you know, to dispense judgment. This I tell you judicially. I am, when I make this statement, merely the mouthpiece of the Law. In my private capacity, I am deeply sorry for you.

Prisoner (much affected). Thank you kindly, Sir.

Judge. My dear friend, I feel for your misfortunes. I make every allowance for them. By the Statute under whose provisions both of us are here, I notice that I have the power to sentence you to seven years' penal servitude. Prisoner (startled). Seven years! But you ain't going to do it? Judge. My dear friend. I will do nothing that is unjust. Prisoner (angrily). You'd better not, or you'll 'ear of it again! Judge. I hope, I do hope that is not intended as a threat! My object is to treat you courteously, and even considerately, but, as I have already remarked, the Law is, in fact, the Law. Although I represent the London County Council to a very large extent, still I am a Member of the Bar, and, by virtue of my office, a gentleman. Under these circumstances, I shall only be doing my duty-painful as its performance may be-when I sentence you to be kept in penal servitude for seven years.

Prisoner (indignantly). What, seven years! Why, you

[Scene closes in hurriedly upon a flood of language more forcible than polite. Curtain.

SEVERAL REPORTS HAVE APPEARED IN THE PAPERS ABOUT THE PRINTING OF THE NEW HOME-RULE BILL BY AN OLD EXPERIENCED HAND WORKING IN SECRET.

A crowd (more or less) will attend the Oxford and Cambridge Boat-race, the Derby, and the Private View at the Royal Academy.

Mrs. SMITH (after having been presented by My Lady BROWN) will present Miss SMITH, Miss ELFRIDA SMITH, and Miss VICTORIA ALEXANDRA SMITH, at Her MAJESTY'S Drawing-Room.

Mr. and Mrs. PORTLAND SNOOKS will give a dinner-party, which will be reported in the Society papers.

The First Nights at the Lyceum will be amongst the features of the Season.

There will be several failures at the Theatres, and also a success or two.

There will be half a dozen full-dress debates in the House of Commons, and as many important divisions.

The "Popular Budget" is sure, with some people, to be exceedingly unpopular.

The London County Council and the School Board will be censured by the Press.

There will be any number of railway "accidents," and avoidable "deaths by misadventure."

It will be discovered that the British Army is a myth, and that the British Navy is a snare and a delusion.

Parliament will be up in time for the partridges, even if a little late for the grouse.

Everyone will praise the United Kingdom as the land of the tourist, and promptly go abroad.

A subject of deep domestic importance will be discussed in the columns devoted to correspondence in the daily papers during the Silly Season.

there will be no excention.