vigilant censure. In 1887 "Two Lovely Black Eyes" enchanted the million. It was well parodied in the series of "Popular Songs Resung" by "Miss Virginia Bowdler" in 1891, and in 1889

Punch

published his excellent "Model Music-Hall Songs." The song that broke his heart in 1891 was "Hi-tiddly-hi-ti"; in 1892 a "Melancholy Muser" is plunged into despair by the "Ta-ra-ra" boom: —

I am shrouded in impenetrable gloom-de-ay,

For I feel I'm being driven to my doom-de-ay,

By an aggravating ditty

Which I don't consider witty;

And they call the horrid thing, "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!"

Every 'bus-conductor, errand-boy, and groom-de-ay,

City clerk, and cheeky crossing-sweep with broom-de-ay

Makes my nervous system bristle

As he tries to sing or whistle

That atrocious and absurd "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!"

So I sit in the seclusion of my room-de-ay,

And deny myself to all – no matter whom-de-ay —

For I dread a creature coming

Whose involuntary humming

May assume the fatal form, "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!"

Oh, I fear that when the Summer roses bloom-de-ay,

You will read upon a well-appointed tomb-de-ay:

"Influenza never lick'd him,

But he fell an easy victim

To that universal scourge – 'Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!'"

The amazing popularity of Mr. Albert Chevalier's coster songs is acknowledged in 1892, but

Punch

hardly does justice to the talents of the creator of what was virtually a new and specialized type of comic song heavily larded with sentiment.

HEROES AND WORTHIES

In the course of these chapters mention has not infrequently been made of the homage paid by

Punch

to his special heroes and heroines. Memorial verses had always been a feature of the paper, and in the beginning of this period they assumed formidable dimensions: at its close there was a welcome reaction towards brevity; but in the following anthology I have not always quoted these tributes in full, preferring to extract the stanzas or lines which seemed to me to come nearest the mark in truth of portraiture or felicity of expression. Thus, while other features of Charles Kingsley's work in life and letters are noted in the verses printed on his death in 1875, his achievement in the domain of historical romance is much the most happily treated: —

He raised strong Saxon Hereward from death

In his grey shroud of mist from mere and fen;

Called up the England of Elizabeth,

With Drake and Raleigh, chief of Devon men.

To 1878 belong the lines on the "Christian athlete" Selwyn, Bishop of New Zealand and afterwards of Lichfield: —

At length from work he rests, and to the bier

His good deeds follow him, and good men's love;

And one true Bishop less we reckon here,

And one good angel more they count above.

The epitaph on Lord John Russell, who died three weeks after his golden wedding in 1878, applauds his consistency but is not memorable, though he is well described as a fighter for freedom "in spite of what was done in Freedom's name."

The lines on the great John Lawrence in July, 1879, contain one good stanza: —

A simple mannered, rude and rugged man,

But true and wise and merciful and just.

Of all these monuments, when all we scan,

Which rises o'er more justly honoured dust?

Rowland Hill, always one of

Punch's

special heroes, was buried in the Abbey in September of the same year. Here

Punch's

best tribute is in prose, when he speaks of him as

Rowland Hill, Stanley, and Darwin.

One of the greatest benefactors to his country and to the civilized world that it ever produced; now inhabiting an abode among the band of departed worthies who in this life were heroes and saints and bards of the better sort: —

Inventas aut qui vitam excoluere per artes

The verses on Dean Stanley in July, 1881, are not quoted in his

Life

by Lord Ernle, so I make no excuse for printing them here: —

With clear, calm eye he fronted Faith, and she,

Despite the clamorous crowd,

Smiled, knowing her soul-loyal votary

At no slave's altar bowed.

With forward glance beyond polemic scope

He scanned the sweep of Time,

And everywhere changed looks with blue-eyed Hope,

Victress o'er doubt and crime.

But inward turning, he, of gentle heart,

And spirit mild as free,

More gladly welcomed, as life's better part,

The rule of Charity.

Punch's

most generous acknowledgment of the genius of Charles Darwin was published in 1877: —

THREE ILLUSTRATIONS OF A THEORY

Though dogmatists and dullards long opposed

His Theory with venomous persistence,

Darwin may now consider it has closed

Its – "Struggle for existence."

To calm research, not fierce polemic raid,

Truth yields her secrets. After fair inspection

The age twixt Science and her foes has made

A – "Natural selection."

Thou canst not, Zealotry, as blind as hot,

Truth's champion slay, however hard thou hittest.

Darwin outlives detraction. Is this not

"Survival of the fittest"?

When Darwin died in April, 1882,

Punch

had entered on a phase in which the claims of science to solve the riddle of the universe excited his misgiving, and his obituary lines are of a non-committal order, save for one admirable couplet: —

Recorder of the long Descent of Man

And a most living witness of his rise.

There are no reserves in his valediction to Henry Fawcett in November, 1884: —

No braver conquest o'er ill fortune's flout

Our age has seen than his who held straight on,

Though the great God-gift from his days was gone,

"And Wisdom at one entrance quite shut out" —

Held on with genial stoutness, seeing more

Than men with sight undarkened, but with mind

Through prejudice and Party bias blind.

Another statesman of equal fearlessness and independence was W. E. Forster; but here the whole virtue of

Punch's

salutation in April, 1886, is summed up in the two lines: —

A sturdy lover of a sturdy land,

He served it, zeal at heart and life in hand.

I pass over the "In Memoriam" lines on the good Lord Shaftesbury in the previous year. They render full justice to his splendid and life-long service on behalf of the "helpless thralls of trade" and the "all unchildlike children" "victims of modern Molochs," "all who creep or fall on poverty's rough road or crime's steep slope"; but they are otherwise laboured and diffuse. Sincerity is no guarantee of literary excellence.

Punch

shows to greater advantage in the lines on Newman in August, 1890, who is lauded, not as a great Cardinal nor as one

Above all office and all state,

Serenely wise, magnanimously great;

Not as the pride of Oriel, or the Star

Of th