oppy!
Mix HAROUN ALRASCHID with Mr. MCKINLEY,
And Yellowstone Park with a Persian Bazaar,
And _then_ the _ensemble_ is sketched in but thinly.
For brush and for pen 'tis too mighty by far.
The fragment of COLERIDGE hinted at wonders
His Dream might have shown, had it ever been finished.
COLUMBIA, I bear o'er the ocean that sunders
But cannot un-kin us, the love undiminished
Of all whom I speak for--that's England all over--
Here's luck, in a bumper, to you and your Show!
Ambassador _Punch_, your Admirer and Lover,
Believes the World's Fair will turn out a Great Go!

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MUSIC IN MAY.--Albert Hall gave a good Concert last Wednesday night.
C. V. STANFORD'S "_East to West_," libretto by Poet SWINBURNE, is
cleverish. To encores Sir JOSEPH BARNBY says, as a rule, "Not for
Sir JOSEPH." Quite right. Miss PALLISER, known as Miss BUCKINGHAM
PALLISER, because she sang at a Court Concert, charming; and Mr. E. J.
LLOYD as _The Old Obadiah_, excellent. Chorus, like the weather, very
fine; Orchestra set fair, or fair set. Hall full, but, now and again,
it's a Hall-full place for sound.

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[Illustration: OUR OWN AMBASSADOR.

MR. PUNCH (_to_ COLUMBIA), "CONGRATULATE YOU, MY DEAR!--QUITE 'THE
BIGGEST SHOW ON EARTH'!!!"]

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ANILINE.

(_After Tennyson's "Adeline."_)

All around one daily sees
Dreadful dyes of Aniline.
Worn by women fat and thin,
Bonnet, bodice, back and breast.
One can hardly call thee fair,
With thy fierce magenta glare,
With thy green, the green of peas,
Violet, and all the rest.
What appalling tints are thine,
Showy, glowy Aniline!

Whence did modern women get
Such a gorgeous array?
Dear to 'ARRY'S 'ARRIET
On a 'appy 'oliday,
'Owlin', out on 'Ampstead 'Eath,
From the 'ill to 'im beneath.
Also dear to girls who sell
Flowers in the London street,
They have always loved thee well
In their frocks and feathers neat.
Why revive those tints of thine,
Antiquated Aniline?

Thou hast almost made us blind
Under England's cloudless skies;
Low-toned tints of Orient,
Such as Turkish rugs adorn,
Would be better for our eyes--
Now upon the pavement bent
Since such blazers have been worn.
Say, has Paris sent to us
Dyes so dreadfully def