RIDDLE ME RIDDLE ME REE.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2222, 11 April 1881, Page 3

RIDDLE ME RIDDLE ME REE.

A TALE OF TWO BOROUGHS. A person of remarkable exterior and peculiar address presented himself at the office this morning, and enquired if we were aa independent journal. "We were." 'Then publish this," said he somewhat fiercely. "I wrote it" He produced a dirty roll of paper, written In pencil. It's true," said the stranger—"true as death. Somewhat mixed, perhaps. But that's all the batter—make 'em think. Good morning " And he left. On examination wo found the following lines, set, apparently, to certain popular melodies, and headed as above. As the gentleman said, they are perhaps a little mixed, but our readers may vossibly be able to make something oat of them :

Air—" Willie we have missed you." Oh, William, is it true, dear, That you've gone for to roam Across the seas f o blue dear, And lert the "dogs"* to moan? Those reporters have been hopping, On the qui vive ev'ry day, Lest off you should get popping, Which they thought it was your "lay." And the Bobbies have been waiting For the authoriz'd straight tip; Oh, Bill, then, is it true dear, You've given them the slip! Air —From "The Pinafore." Your name it has been handled, And the virtues have been scandalled,

For they're calling you a big, big T And the "knowing 'una " are saying You've a crooked game been playing With some members of the Qaalitee. " He should have been in gaol, air," Says a "party" on the trail, sir, " For a little thing in Sydenham B—; But it would have spoilt the game, sir, And tarnish'd the fair fame, sir, Of those members of the Qualitee." Air —" King of the Cannibal Islands." Hokey, pokey, wlnky mm, The criminal law it has been done ; The reason why is known to none, But Sydenham King and others. A certain Bank 'tis said could tell, A tale to break the mystic spell; But that to do so wouldn't wash, Since it would with their interests clash ; Ard " show up" many a nasty stain Of ways most dark and tricks most vain ; So " mum's the word," and thus maintain The repute of the "aristocrashuns."

Air—" Farewell Mother." Then farewell Billy, we may nev€r Look upon thy form again, Its sylph-like beauty may for ever Remain a fancy of the brain. On distant shores where'er you settle May your talents find full scope, And may you never find it harder From your Nemißis to slope. * Minions of the law.