THE WAITERS’ STRIKE.
(AT THE NAVAL EXHIBITION.)
[Illustration]
The German Waiter waxeth fat; he grows
exceeding proud;
He is a shade more kicksome than can fairly
be allowed.
The British Press goes out to dine—the
Teuton, they relate,
Throws down his napkin like a gage, and
swears he will not wait.
Now there are many proverbs—some
are good and some are not—
But the Teuton was misled who cried, “Strike
while the entree’s hot!”
Like readers with no book-marks, all the
rebels lost their place,
And vanished out of Chelsea in their dress-suits
and disgrace.
And I’m told that there were murmurings
and curses deep and low
In darksome public-houses in the road
of Pimlico,
And a general impression that it was not
safe to cross
The temper of that caterer, Mr. MACKENZIE
Ross.
O Waiter, German Waiter! there are many
other lands
Where you can take your creaking boots
and eke your dirty hands;
And we think you’ll have discovered,
ere you reach your next address,
That in England German Waiters aren’t
the Censors of the Press.
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Marlowe at Canterbury.
“Keep up the Christopher!” a recommendation adapted urbi et orbi which, quoting Mr. Puff, our Henry when speaking at Canterbury ought to have given after the unveiling of Kit MARLOWE’s statue. We hope that the unveiling address will not prove unavailing, and that the necessary funds may soon be forthcoming for the completion of the work. For the present all that has been effected by the ceremony is to have given the Times and Telegraph opportunities for interesting leading articles at a very dull season when material is scarce; also it has given the author of Tom Cobb and other remarkable plays a chance of writing to the Times; and finally it has broken in upon the well-earned holiday of the indefatigable and good-natured Henry. But there was one question not put by our Henry. It ought to have arisen out of the record of MARLOWE’s interment, but didn’t. “The burial register of St. Nicholas, Deptford,” said the Times of September 16, “contains the entry, ’Christopher Marlowe, slain by Francis Archer, June 1, 1593.’” The entry maybe taken as veracious, although made by “a clerk of St. Nicholas.” [Marlowe was a dramatist; was Archer a dramatic critic?]
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Two words in season.
(HUMBLY DEDICATED TO THOSE EMINENT CONTROVERSIALISTS, LORD GRIMTHORPE AND MR. TALLACK.)
No. I.
A little more grammar, a touch of the
file
To smooth the rough edge of his tongue
and his style;
And some friends, who could soften his
temper or check it,
Might amend Baron GRIMTHORPE, who once
was called Beckett.