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TOO CIVIL BY HALF; OR, PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE.
(A Drama Founded-more or less-upon Facts.)

ACT I.-"PAST."-Interior of the Savings Bank Department of the G.P.O. Employés engaged upon their work. The hour for customary cessation of labour strikes.

Official of a Higher Grade. Officers and Gentlemen, the exigencies of the Public Service require your presence for some time longer. I beg you to continue your work.

A Hundred Employés. Never! (Aside.) Ha! ha! the employment of Female Clerks is avenged!

Off. (almost in tears). Reconsider your decision, I beg-I implore! Another Hundred Employés. Never! (Aside.) Seven hours a day and no longer-shall be secured at one fell swoop!

Off (with indescribable emotion). Oh, my country! Oh, my Savings Bank Depositors! Oh, my dignity of the Civil Service!

[Faints in the arms of faithful Employés, whilst the other Clerks defiantly depart. Tableau.

ACT II." PRESENT."-Magnificent apartments of the P.-M.-Gen. in the G.P.O. Deputation of contrite Employés listening to the eloquent speech of their Official Chief.

P. M. G. (in effect). I am delighted that you are such good fellows. Your conduct in owning that you were wrong in refusing to work after regular official hours, almost effaces a painful page in the history of St. Martin's-leGrand. Let it be clearly understood that extra work is not compulsory, but, if not undertaken, may lead (as in the present instance) to immediate suspension, if not dismissal. Surely no one can object to that? (Contrite Officials express mournful approval.) And now good-bye, and A Happy New Year. As for the future-hope, my good friends, hope!

[Exeunt the contrite Employés, leaving the Officials of a Higher Grade agitating the nerves controlling their eyelids spasmodically.

ACT III.-"FUTURE."-Same Scene as Act I. Venerable Employés discovered, after twenty years' further service.

First Venerable Employé. Remember the words spoken a score of winters ago-Hope, brother, hope!

Second Venerable Employé. Yes-Hope, brother, hope!

[As the Scene closes, the entire Establishment are left continuing the selfsustaining, but rather profitless employment, indefinitely. Curtain.

A Son of the Pool. By the Author of A Daughter of the Pyramids.

Charles Keene.

BORN AUGUST 10, 1823. DIED JANUARY 4, 1891. WHAT words avail to honour friends departed, Gone from the gatherings which so long they graced ? What phrase seems fit when comrades loyal-hearted Mourn a loved presence late by death displaced?

No formal elegiacs fashioned coldly,

Beseem the memory of that manly soul,
Whose simple, downright spirit trod so boldly
Life's most sequestered ways from start to goal.

Not rank's trim pleasaunce, nor parades of fashion
Tempted his genius; his the great highway
Where, free from courtly pride and modish passion,
Toil tramps, free humours crowd, rough wastrels stray.
Therein his magic pencil laboured gladly,
Fixing for ever on his chosen page

In forms fond memory now reviews so sadly
The crowded pageant of a passing age.

What an array! How varied a procession!
The humours of the parlour, shop, and street;
Philistia's every calling, craft, profession,
Cockneydom's cheery cheek and patter fleet.

Scotch dryness, Irish unction and cajolery,,
Waiterdom's wiles, Deacondom's pomp of port;
Rustic simplicity, domestic drollery,

The freaks of Service and the fun of Sport;

And all with such true art, so fine, unfailing,
Of touch so certain, and of charm so fresh,
As to lend dignity to Cabmen railing,

To fustianed clods and fogies full of flesh.

Nor human humours only; who so tender
Wooed his deft pencil? Who like him could render
Of touch when sunny Nature out-of-doors
Meadow or hedgerow, turnip-field, or moor?
Snowy perspective, long suburban winding

Of bowery road-way, villa-edged and trim,
Iron-railed city street, where gas-lamps blinding
Glare through the foggy distance dense and dim ?
All with that broad free force, whose fascination
All felt, and artists most, that dexterous sleight
Which gave our land the unchallenged consummation
Of graphic mastery in Black-and-White.
Pleasant to dwell on, and a proud possession,

Now the tired hand that shaped that world is still, Leaving an ineffaceable impression

Upon the age that fired its force and skill.

Honoured abroad as loved at home, how ample,
The tribute to that modest spirit paid!
To pushing quackery a high example,
A calm rebuke to egotist parade!

Frank, loyal, unobtrusive, simple-hearted,
Loving his book, his pipe, his song, his friend,
Peaceful he lived and peacefully departed,
A gentle life-course, with a gracious end.
Irreparable loss to Art, deep sorrow

And who had hoped for many a sunny morrow
To those his comrades, who so loved the man,
To greet that gallant spirit in the van.

That tall, spare form, that curl-crowned head, the knitting

Of supple hands behind it as he sat, That quaint face-wrinkling smile like sunshine flitting, The droll, dry comment, the quotation pat; The small oft-loaded pipe, of ancient moulding, The brazen box that held the well-loved weed; Who shall forget who once was graced by holding In friendship's clasp the hand now still indeed? Farewell, great artist, comrade staunch and loyal! Few simpler lives our feverish age hath seen. Could pomp high-pinnacled, or trappings royal, Add honour to the memory of CHARLES KEENE?

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IGOBLIN TRANSFORMATION SCENE FROM THE IRISH EXTRAVAGANZA OF THE O'RIP VAN WINKLE. Where the Home-Ruler of Butt's time awakes to find all the would-be dic-taters suddenly become mere mushrooms.

THE SHAH (LEFEVRE) AND THE SULTAN.

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the forty guests, "including the Austrian Ambassador," looked on, green with envy.

"It's a curious thing," said the SULTAN, laying down a book he had been reading when Our Representative entered, "that, when you were announced, I had just come upon a reference by your great Poet to your still greater Statesman. You know the line in Lockandkey Hall,

"Oh the dreary, drear LEFEVRE! Oh the barren, barren SHAW!'"

"That," Our Representative writes, "is not precisely the line as I remember it; but I make it a rule never to correct a SULTAN."

Accordingly His Majesty proceeded: "And so, my good Cousin, Mr. Punch, wants to know all about this interview, the bruit of which has shaken the Universe. His wishes are commands to me. In the first place, I will tell you (though this is not for publication), that it was by the merest accident I had the advantage of knowing your great countryman. I heard there had come to Constantinople one FREDERICK HARRISON, head of a sect called the Positivists. I am, you know, in my way, and within the limits of my kingdom, one of the most absolute Positivists of the age. I wanted to see the English apostle, and told them to ask him to dinner. Somehow things got mixed up, and, at the preliminary morning call, the SHAH LEFEVRE walked in. "Had never VER a series of weeks preceding Christ- heard of him before, but gathered from CHAKIR PACHA, mas, Europe was disturbed by rumours who had been talking to WAHAN EFFENDI, who, had seen of a momentous interview reported to WOODS PACHA, who had spent an hour with VAMBÉRY, have taken place on the banks of the upon whom SHAH LEFEVRE had called, that the SHAH unsuspecting Bosphorus. One of the was really the mainspring of the Liberal Party in Engparties to the conference was his land, GLADSTONE being merely figure-head, HARCOURT Imperial Majesty the SULTAN. The in his pay, and CHAMBERLAIN suffering in exile under other was an English Statesman, the his displeasure. Allah is Good! Here was a chance trusted counsellor of an Ex-Premier, thrown into my hands. I forgot all about FREDERICK and believed in family circles to be the HARRISON; told CHAKIR PACHA and WAHAN EFFENDI real author of some of his supreme to entertain the SHAH in the ante-chamber with coffee measures. The naturally retiring dis- and cigarettes, drawing him out on Armenia and Egypt. position of the Statesman in question, Meanwhile I crept under the sofa, and heard every word. and his inviolable reticence in respect The SHAH very stern about Armenia, could not be of any matter concerning himself, made drawn about Egypt. At end of hour and half began to it difficult to arrive at the truth. Doubtless the stupendous event-the possible get tired under sofa; managed to stick in WAHAN consequences of which on European affairs Time will work out-would have EFFENDI'S Wellington boot a note, on which I had remained for ever hidden but for the ruthless action of "the London Correspon- written, Take him to see my horse. So they went off dents of various provincial papers, who gave in their London letters more or less to stable, and, as soon as coast was clear, I crept out; inaccurate reports of the event.' How they came to know anything about it shut myself up in room for rest of day. Heard afteradmits of only one conclusion. The SULTAN must have told them. The event wards that they came back, the SHAH much impressed with was too important to be left to this haphazard kind of record, and, accordingly, appearance of my horse; resumed conversation on Armenia the Speaker has been favoured with a narrative of what took place, the signature and Egypt for another hour; at last got rid of SHAH. disclosing the fact that the other party to the interview was the SHAH LEFEVRE. "At night VAMBÉRY, disguised as melon-seller, The SHAH's account, regarded as a record of a historical event, is manifestly entered Palace and gained access to my room. Told me hampered by that modest and insatiable desire for self-effacement which marks fearful mess had been made of matters. The SHAH really this eminent man. We see anonymous "persons who had access to the SULTAN didn't care about seeing the horse; wanted to see me. approaching" the SHAH, and "suggesting to him that he ought to apply for Talks about ordering round the Fleet. an audience." We see him "declining to do so on the ground that, having taken to dinner,' said VAMBERY; so despatched Grand Chaman active part in the agitation in England on the subject of the Bulgarian berlain in carriage and six. The SHAH mollified; gave atrocities in 1877, it would not be right that I should thrust myself on the him a good dinner: plenty of electric lights. Afterwards attention of the SULTAN." It is generally thought at Stamboul and elsewhere that Mr. GLADSTONE was chiefly responsible for the memorable agitation referred to. But the SHAH is not the man to hide the truth. Also, I wished to be free to say what I thought about the condition of Turkey on my return to England." That was only fair to waiting England. No use the SULTAN trying to "nobble" this relentless man. So it came to pass that he went to the Palace, reluctant, but "feeling we could not refuse such a command from the Sovereign of the country." He talked with CHAKIR PACHA and WAHAN EFFENDI; saw the SULTAN's horse; hung about for hours; no SULTAN appeared; went back to hotel quivering under the insult. Had framed telegram ordering the British Fleet to the Bosphorus, when VAMBÉRY turned up, pale and trembling; besought the SHAH to do nothing rash; explained it was all a mistake. This fellowed up by invitation to dine at the Palace the following day.

All this, and what followed at the dinner; how there were "excellent wines, electric lights, and a great display of plate"; how the SULTAN, concentrating his attention on the SHAH, and forgetful of poor FREDERICK HARRISON, who had, somehow, been elbowed into obscurity, paid court to this powerful personality; how he received him on the daïs, and how cunningly, though ineffectually, he endeavoured to secure on the spot the evacuation of Egypt, is told in the SHAH's delicious narrative.

Mr. Punch, sharing in the thrilling interest this disclosure has created throughout the civilised world, has been anxious to complete the record by supplementing the SHAH's account of the interview, with the SULTAN's own version. This was, at the outset, difficult. Obstacles were thrown in the way, but they were overcome by the pertinacity and ingenuity of Our Representative, who at last found himself seated with the SULTAN on the very daïs from which SHAH LEFEVRE had conferred with his Imperial Majesty whilst other of

'Better ask him

I am not

he was good enough to see me on the daïs. Tried to get
him to promise alteration in attitude of English Liberal
Party towards me; also wanted him to settle at once
withdrawal of troops from Egypt. But, though most
urbane in manner, exceedingly cautious. Not to be
drawn. Talk about Eastern statecraft! nothing to you
English, as represented by your SHAH LEFEVRES. When
I pressed him to come to point about Egypt, he said, 'On
this subject I can only speak my own views.
authorised to speak on behalf of those I am politically
associated with, but personally I am opposed to the
occupation of Egypt by English troops. There's an
answer for you! Your MACHIAVELLIS, your TALLEYRANDS
not in it. Felt I had wasted some time, and given away
a dinner all for nothing, except the memory that will
ever rest with me of having been privileged to see this
remarkable man standing on my daïs."

Here the SULTAN clapped his hands three times, and Our Representative, being carefully placed in a sack, was dropped into the Bosphorus, whence he was rescued in time to send off this despatch for publication in the current Number.

ACCIDENT ON THE ICE.-The other day a gentleman, well known in the world of Sport and Art, was skating on the Serpentine, and fell in with a friend. Both were getting on well when our reporter left.

Extract from Report of the G. O. M.'s THE AMUSING RATTLE'S TOPICAL NOTEBirthday Speech at Hawarden :

BOOK.

(For the Use of Diners-out and other Amateur Entertainers.)

The Strike in Scotland.-You might suggest, that were it in Ireland, one might see a rail way out of it, or rather in it. This jest may be expected to be appreciated by a parson's wife of the sharper sort. Something ought to be got out of the visit of the agitator BURNS to the North. Example of what can

"And I do not hesitate to betray to you this secret, that not infrequently in the summer months, when winding my way homewards after midnight, sometimes very long after it, from the House of Commons, I have stopped my course for a moment by the side of the drinking fountain in Great George Street, Westminster, when there was nobody to look at me, and have indulged in the refreshing draught which was there afforded me, feeling at the same time that I was not performing any action which could expose me to the resent-be done in this direction :-"People who play ment or displeasure of my excellent friend whose name is well known to you all-Sir WILFRID LAWSON."

G. O. M. (to himself). "I hope Lawson isn't looking at me."

I'D BE A CRIMINAL. A SONG OF THE RULING SENSATION. TUNE-I'd be a Butterfly. I'D be a criminal, born in a slum, Where refuse, and rowdies, and raggedness

meet;

with fire (persons who go in for strikes) must expect BURNS." However, be careful not to say this to a Scotchman, or he may want your blood before you get to the cigarettes. North Britons are very jealous of the reputation of their national poet, and permit no jokes upon the subject. You see, in letting off your witticism at a Scotchman, you would have to explain that it was a joke. You might also hint that it was "hard lines" for the Railway Companies concerned; but this will provoke gloom rather than gaiety amongst those who have invested in Caledonians and North British. If you talk about the riots in connection with the movement, you might say that the pugnacious rioters remind you of safety matches, "for they not only strike, but strike on the box!"

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The Parnell Negociations in France. You can say something about O'BRIEN'S invitation to Mr. PARNELL to pay him an evening visit on the French coast, reminds you of the once popular song, "Meet me by

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Moonlight, Boulogne." If you are told that "Boulogne" should be "Alone," return, Precisely-borrowed a word-Boulogne was a loan." This ought to go with roars. At a Smoking Concert you might suggest that Mr. O'BRIEN was just the man to settle a quarrel, because even when he was in prison he took an absorbing interest in the proper adjustment of breeches!

The Row at the Post Office. - As the Savings' Bank Department has for years been the Cinderella of the Civil Service, this is a subject that will not create much interest; however, you might possibly extract a pleasantry out of the name of the present Postmaster-General in connection with the nowshould be able to say something quite sparkappeased employés. With a little trouble you ling about what the "officers" hoe to Raikes! The Portuguese Difficulty in Africa. Rather a good subject at a Christmas Dinner, where relatives (on particularly affectionate Fair dames of the land will acknowledge my and intimate terms) are gathered together. power, [feet; Say you have got to the dessert, and you start And Scientists sage will be slaves at my the subject. Observe that it is fortunate that Offers of marriage I'll get in full shower, the SULTAN OF TURKEY is not interested in And fools in my cause in their thousands will meet.

For when to the court for my trial I come, I'll be gazed on by all that is gracious and

sweet.

They'll trot out each new "scientific"

vagary,

the matter, or there would be further trouble of a like character. To the question, "Why?" reply, taking up a bottle of red wine to point your witticism,"would it not be a second To difficulty with the Porte, you geese? make the jest perfect, connect Turkey in Europe with the dindon aux marrons, of which you will have just partaken.

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Some hope of escape to my prison to bring, And scribes on my case will be sportive and airy [or sing. And tell how I look, eat, sleep, dress, talk The Weather.-If forced to fall back upon Those I have butchered will get scant atten- this venerable subject (which should only be Interest's sure to be centred in me. [tion, broached in the wilds of Cornwall, or other Painters will picture me, poets may mention, equally primitive spots), of course you can Beauties discuss me at five o'clock tea. speak of a hard frost being an ice day for a Mad doctors will fight o'er my mental con-hunting-man, although he is sure to swear at it.' If the weather breaks, you may dition, Hypnotists swear I was somebody's tool; observe, You thaw so," but not when you And if I'm condemned, why a Monster Peti- have to shout the quibble through the ear[and fool. trumpet of a deaf old maid. And this, with Will promptly be signed by each faddist the other witticisms recorded above, should carry you (by desire) into the middle of next Murder-and good Dr. LIÈGOIS of Nancy week. Will back you, LABRUYÈRE will help you I'd be a Murderer, that is my fancy. [away. He is the only true Hero to-day!

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A DEADLY KISS.-The Hotch-kiss.

A PANTOMIMIC REVERIE. (By a "Slippered Pantaloon.") TAX-GATHERERS molest one's door, The streets are choked with messy mist; I'm the proverbial Bachelor,

An old, prosaic Pessimist.

Yet somehow-who can tell me why ?-
Urged by the Past's dim Phantom, I'm
Disposed my cosy Club to fly,

And prank it at the Pantomime.
A Phantom weird of things forgot!
My mother, proud of me at her
Sweet side our yellow chariot-
The long, long drive-the theatre-

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My fear to miss-my thrill when in-
The Fairy Queen, the jolly King-
The laughter flung at Harlequin,

And Pantaloon arollicking.
And sister PRUE, and brother TIM,
(I scarcely recollected them),
Magnificent in gala trim:

Dear me, how I respected them!
I deemed them quite grown up, so bold
Seemed they, glared so defiantly:
Yet they, too, cowered to behold

Prone before JACK the Giant lie.
Yes! Where is TIM, where PRUE, alack!
Where mother fondly pliant now?
Where for that matter too is JACK,
And where the grisly Giant now?
In lonely stall, with vacant brow
I sit and eye the coryphées:
In my time they were Fairies; now
They seem to me but sorry fays.
The pageantry is twice as grand,
The wealth of wealth embarrasses;
And yet this is not elfinland

But great AUGUSTUS HARRIS'S.
The blasé children vote it flat,

When Mister Clown cries, "Here's a go!" Yes, there's the box where erst we sat And laughed so, sixty years ago. The very box: I think, you know, The reason I'm so queer to-night Is merely because long ago

Here faces were not here to-night. I'd best be off-Bless me! no Clown ? No Stage ?-no Past invidious ? No Orchestra ?-but simply BROWN Snoring the midnight hideous! No Drury Lane ?-no tinsel flare ?No pirouetting Bogeydom ?Only a Club, and one who there Forgot in sleep his Fogeydom! Welcome my Transformation Scene; I'm dull once more, and every Old Bachelor like me, I ween, May muse at times his reverie.

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