Young Spark. “Try me! You’ve tolerated that fusty old fogey long enough!”
Old Flame (aside). “Flashy young upstart!”]
["It is obvious that small tunnels for single lines, of the usual standard gauge, may be constructed some distance below the ground, and yet the atmosphere of such tunnels be as pure as upon a railway on the surface.”—Illustrated London News, on the City & South London Electric Company.]
“Young Spark” loquitur:—
Your arm, my dear Madam! This way,
down the lift, Ma’am!
No danger at all, no discomfort,
no dirt!
You love Sweetness and Light? They
are both in my gift, Ma’am;
I’ll prove like a shot
what I boldly assert.
Don’t heed your Old Flame, Ma’am,
he’s bitterly jealous,
’Tis natural, quite,
with his nose out of joint;
You just let him bluster and blow like
old bellows,
And try me instead—I
will not disappoint!
Old Flame? He’s a very fuliginous
“Flame,” Ma’am;
I wonder, I’m sure,
how you’ve stood him so long;
He has choked you for years—’tis
a thundering shame, Ma’am!
High time the Young Spark
put a term to his wrong.
Just look at me! Am I not trim, smart,
and sparkling,
As clean as a pin, and as
bright as a star?
Compare me with him, who stands scowling
and darkling!
So gazed the old gallant on
Young LOCHINVAR.
He’s ugly and huffy, and smoky,
and stuffy,
And pokey, and chokey, and
black as my hat.
As wooer he’s dull, for his breath
smells of sulphur;
Asphyxia incarnate, and horrid
at that!
You cannot see beauty in one who’s
so sooty,
So dusty, and dingy, and dismal,
and dark.
He’s feeble and footy; ’tis
plainly your duty
To “chuck” the
Old Flame, and take on the Young Spark.
A Cyclops for lover, no doubt you discover,
My dear Lady LONDON, is not
comme il faut;
If I do not woo you the sunny earth over.
At least I lend light to love-making
below.
He’s just like old Pluto, Persephone’s
prigger;
You’ll follow
Apollo the Younger—that’s me!
He’s sombre as Styx, and as black
as a nigger.
His lady-love, LONDON!
Bah! Fiddle-de-dee!
His murky monopoly, Madam, is ended.
Come down, my dear love, to
my subterrene hall!
I think you’ll admit it is sparkling
and splendid,
As clean as a palace, not
black as a pall.
Electrical traction with sheer stupefaction
Strikes Steam, the old buffer,
and spoils his small game.
You’re off with the old Love, so
try the new bold Love,
And let the Young Spark supersede
the Old Flame.
[Carries her off in triumph.
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