TO JULIA, KNIGHT-ERRANT.

["After the noble lord's dinner-party, at which the ladies appeared

in their cycling costumes, consisting of ..., the company set off at

half-past ten on their bikes for the region between St Paul's and the

Tower, where at that hour, except an occasional policeman, hardly a

soul is to be seen. Their example is now being generally imitated."

_People of To-Day_.]

When night her sable pall doth spread

Above the city's sleeping head

So as it seemeth to be dead;

And labour hath a short surcease,

And burglars taste a halcyon peace,

Save where the vigilant police,

All fearless on their darkling beat,

With sound of heavy-sandalled feet

Wake awesome echoes in the street;

When weary chapmen go their ways

To halls of song or sit at gaze

In front of elevating plays;

Or haply drop into the club,

And pausing for a friendly rub

Defy the deadly nuptial snub;

Or watch in fond paternal mood

The slumber of their infant brood

In some suburban neighbourhood:--

Then, JULIA, then, at such an hour

I gather that you quit your bower

And seek the purlieus of the Tower;

Encased in wanton breeks and wide,

A solid regiment, you ride

With swains revolving at your side;

By stilly thoroughfares you strike

Th' astonied silence with your bike;

Earth never yet hath seen the like!

Not she, that fair of whom they sing,

Who wrought her city's ransoming,

GODIVA dared so bold a thing.

High Heaven alone sees such a sight

When Dian wheels her orb by night

With many a starry satellite.

But, JULIA, though the mode decree,

By all the rites of Battersea,

That you career in company,

The conscious object of remark,

Whenas the lusty-throated lark

Disporteth o'er the People's Park;

Yet certes it were more discreet,

When Hesper from his vantage-seat

Illuminateth Cannon Street,

To ride with none but me to know

Just how th' enamoured breezes blow

Round your ineffable _trousseau!_

How say you, sweet? To-morrow, then,

We assignate for half-past ten

Upon the punctual stroke of Ben?

On Cupid's chaste commission bent

We twain will meet, with your consent,

10.30, by the Monument.

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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 109, August 3, 1895 · 第 23 / 31 题