✓ THE MISOGYNIST « Il était un jeune homme d'un bien beau passé.” WHEN first he sought our haunts, he wore His locks in Hamlet-style; His brow with thought was "sicklied o'er,"We rarely saw him smile; And, e'en when none was looking on, His air was always woe-begone. He kept, I think, his bosom bare To imitate Jean Paul; His solitary topics were He served, he said, a Muse of Tears: I know his verses breathed A fine funereal air of biers, And objects cypress-wreathed;— In these light moods, I call to mind, To some dread sorrow undefined,— He railed at women's faith as Cant; His lot, he oft would gravely urge, We dreamed it true. We never knew We, bound with him in common care, Resolved to Thought and Diet spare We, truly, in no common sense, But soon, and yet, though soon, too late, We, sorrowing, sighed to find A gradual softness enervate That all superior mind, Until,-in full assembly met, The verse that we severe had known, A fond effeminate monotone Of eyebrows, lips, and hair; Not ἦθος stirred him now or νοῦς, Nay worse. "! He, once sublime to chaff, Grew ludicrously sore If we but named a photograph We found him simpering o'er ; Then worse again. He tried to dress; And O Jean Paul, and Fate, and Soul! His very hat had changed its brim ; Our course was clear,-WE BANISHED HIM! A VIRTUOSO BE seated, pray. "A grave appeal"? The sufferers by the war, of course; Ah, what a sight for us who feel, This monstrous mélodrame of Force! We, Sir, we connoisseurs, should know, On whom its heaviest burden falls; Collections shattered at a blow, Museums turned to hospitals! "And worse," you say; "the wide distress!" Alas, 'tis true distress exists, Though, let me add, our worthy Press Have no mean skill as colourists ; Speaking of colour, next your seat There hangs a sketch from Vernet's hand; Some Moscow fancy, incomplete, Yet not indifferently planned; Note specially the gray old Guard, But, as regards the present war,- You hesitate. For my part, I— That "Charity begins at Home." "But your appeal's for home,"-you say,For home, and English poor! Indeed! I thought Philanthropy to-day Was blind to mere domestic need— However sore-Yet though one grants That home should have the foremost claims, At least these Continental wants Assume intelligible names; While here with us-Ah! who could hope Or from his private means to cope Attempt comparison of creeds; |