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MISCELLANEOUS VERSES. 



He concludeth with a 

 hope that their diges- 

 tion may not suffer. 



Cockanbull finally ex- 

 horteth Alphonse in 

 confidence to put the 

 tale in his paper. 



<c c If he don't discompose your digestions. 

 And lay you up on your shelves, [horse 



1 shall feel no remorse, since the fame for the 

 Is as great as it is for yourselves. 1 



" Farewell, Alphonse ! to you I tell 



This tale because you are 

 The London correspondent 



Of the Journal des Debats. 



He giveth him advice 

 on successful newspa- 

 per writing. 



He discourseth of his 

 duties towards him. 



And taketh his depar- 

 ture 



Alphonse thanketh 

 him, and straightway 

 sendeth the story to 

 Paris as a fact. 



" This should pass by your hand from land 

 to land, 



For types have strange powers of speech 

 Of modern English sporting fare 



Th' ingredients to teach. 



" He writeth best who watcheth best 



For facts both great and small, 

 And for deep and thrilling interest 



This fact outweighs them all. 



" Oh ! sweeter than a whitebait feast 



'Tis sweeter far to me 

 To walk with thee, Alphonse, and tell 



This tale of my own countrie. 



" The mysteries of London, 



To learn by yourself 'tis tough, 

 And hence my duty clearly is, 



To put you up to snuff. 



" Yon Paxton arch of lucid glass 



Is no longer lit by the sun, [Wright, 



So Half Price' to-night, with Keeley or 



Is my present idea of fun." 



" Tank you ! good Monsieur Cockanbull ; 



Adieu ! adieu ! mon cher /" 

 Gasped out Alphonse, and with hot haste 



Eushed home to Leicester Square. 



To Paris he sent his Teddington 



Despatches at early dawn 

 At eve, a wiser sporting man, 



He polked it at Cremorne. 



Sporting Magazine. 



