But "all things come to them that wait"--
Oh, bring my Butler back!
That gorgeous grace, that smile severe,
That look of Lords and Barts,
These are the charms that most endear
His image to our hearts.
The standard of my broken life
With him has gone to rack,
And, if it were not for my wife,
I'd bring my Butler back!
* * * * *
FINE, OR REFINE?
[An Educational Journal recently suggested the formation of
a "Guild of Courtesy," with especial view to refining the
manners and language of the youth of the working classes.]
Hail, noble Guild! By all means drive
Expletives from our highways;
They are the ruin of our roads,
The byword of our byways!
And rowdies too--to teach them grace
A philanthropic art is;
_These_ subjects for the Guild may well
Be called the "Guildy parties"!
The lumbering horse-play of the streets,
Can we its spirits soothe?
Will blarneying do? Or can "the Rough"
Be "taken with the smooth"?
And there's the working girl: can we
From yells and rompings wean her?
For the demeanour of a Miss
Is oft a mis-demeanour.
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