o to speak,
A Knight of only two letters.
As thus--Kt. 'Tis but a glimmer of a night,
If I, though sore at heart, may dally with
The English tongue
And make a pensive pun.

III.

Of course I expected different things from
The MARKISS.
What's the use, what's the purpose,
Of what avail, wherefore,
That a man should descend from the
Spacious times of ELIZABETH with nothing
In his hand other than a simple Knighthood?
Anyone could do that.
It might be done to anyone.
He, him, all, any, both, certain, few,
Many, much, none, one, other, another.
One another, several, some, such and whole.
Why, he made a Knight
At the same time,
In the same manner,
Of
MAPLE
BLUNDELL!

IV.

Look here, MARKISS, you know,
This won't do.
It may pass in a crowd, but not with
ELLIS ASHMEAD BART--
(There it is again. Evidently doesn't matter
About the feet)
LETT.

V.

And yet MARKISS, mine,
I shall not despair.
You are somewhat out of it
At the present moment.
And I am not sure--
Not gorged with certainty--
That Mr. G. would be
Inclined to make amends.
He is old; he is aged.
Prejudice lurks amid
His scant white locks,
And forbids the stretch-
Ing forth of generous hand in whose
Recesses coyly glint
The Bart. or K.C.B.

VI.

But you are not everyone;
Nor is he. Nor do both together
In the aggregate
Compose the great globe
And all that therein is.
I'll wait awhile, possessing my soul in
Patience.
Everything comes to the man who waits.
(Sometimes, 'tis true, 'tis the bobby
Who asks what he's loafing there for,
And bids him
Move on.
That is a chance the brave resolute soul
Faces.) The pity of it is
That you, MARKISS, having so much to give,
So little gave
To
Me.

VII.

Oh, MARKISS! MARKISS!
Had I but served my GLADSTONE
As I have served thee,
He would not have forsak--
But that's another story.

* * * * *

THE NEW HOPERA OF 'ADDON 'ALL.--The title finally decided upon for the
SULLIVAN-GRUNDY Opera is _Haddon Hall_. Lovely for 'ARRY! "'Ave you
seen _'Addon 'All_?" Then the 'ARRY who 'as only 'eard a portion of
it, will say, "I _'addn_'t 'eard _'all._" As a Cockney title, it's
perfect. Successful or not, Author and Composer will congratulate
themselves that, to deserve, if not command success, they _'ad don
all