Oh, most excellent true! How I thank
thee, great Times,
For teaching that phrase!
’Tis delicious!
Fiction! The haunt of mad follies,
crass crimes,
Fads futile, and tastes meretricious.
Oh, joy, to transport to that Limbo of
Fools,
Upon trial and honest conviction,
The plagues of our Parties, our Churches,
our Schools,
Who ought to “retire
into Fiction.”
When WINDYWHAME, M.P., goes spouting about,
His flatulent madness and
malice;
When SLUDGE, after years of dogmatical
doubt,
Finds Faith’s Wonderland
worthy of Alice;
When POPINJAY airs his effeminate Art,
And DOBBS sputters dirt in
choice diction,
Ye gods, there’d be joy in Church,
Forum, and Mart,
If the fools would “retire
into Fiction.”
Pragmatical pietists, sceptics obtuse
Who Progress impede with crude
cackle,
Predestinate duffers of prattle profuse,
Who the biggest world-problems
would tackle;
State-quacks, shouting Emperors, queer
School-Board cranks,
We’ll give you our best
benediction,
And speed you at parting with heartiest
thanks,
If you’ll only—“retire
into Fiction!”
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[Illustration: EMANCIPATION.
Young Bride of Three Hours’ standing (just starting on her Wedding Trip).—“OH, EDWIN DEAR! HERE’S ‘TOM JONES.’ PAPA TOLD ME I WASN’T TO READ IT TILL I WAS MARRIED! THE DAY HAS COME ... AT LAST! BUY IT FOR ME, EDWIN DEAR.”]
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ARMING THE AMAZONS.
(MODERN BRUMMAGEM VERSION.)
[At the meeting (at Birmingham) of the National Union of Conservative and Constitutional Associations, a resolution in favour of “considering the claims of women to be admitted to the franchise when entitled by ownership or occupation,” was carried “by an overwhelming majority, amid loud cheers.” Mrs. FAWCETT afterwards said, “What new forces were they (the Conservative Party) prepared to bring against the anarchy, socialism and revolution which were arrayed against them? The granting of women’s suffrage would be against the disintegrating power of the other side, as women were everywhere anti-revolutionary forces.... This would add about 800,000 to the electorate. They would be, she believed, middle-aged women of property, than whom she thought they could not assemble more anti-revolutionary forces.”]
Trojan Leader loquitur:—
To arm the Amazons against the Greeks,
OVIDIUS hints, proud manhood galls and
piques.
No doubt; yet NASO did it in his day,
And we, in ours, who, sorely-pressed,
would stay
The rising tide of Revolution, check
Disintegration, of the claws who’d
peck
At our political sleeves and platform
hearts
Must not be frightened.
“Rummiest