MEETING OF THE ANTI-BIOGRAPHERS.

(_From Notes supplied by Superhuman Reporters._)

A meeting was recently held in the early dawn to consider "Biographies

in General, and the lives of British Celebrities in Particular." The

site chosen for the gathering was so indefinite, that it is impossible

to give it accurate geographical expression. There was a large number

of shades present, and Dr. SAMUEL JOHNSON was unanimously voted to the

chair.

The President, in thanking those who had done him the favour of thus

honouring him, observed that, although he appreciated the compliment

that had been bestowed upon him, he could not express any particular

esteem for the intelligence of those who had been the cause of his

occupying his present position. (_Laughter._) He did not understand

the reason which had prompted merriment as a fitting recognition

of his remarks. If they were satisfied, he was content. He had been

called to take the chair, he supposed, because he had nothing to do

with his own biography. That had been written by a Scottish gentleman,

with whom he had no sympathy.

Mr. BOSWELL: I hope, Sir, you do not mean what you say.

The President (with great severity): Yes, Sir, I do. I think that

the man who would write the life of another without his sanction is

unworthy---- (_Cries of "Agreed."_) The learned Doctor continued.

He did not wish to force his sentiments upon any one. No doubt his

opinions were considered behind the time. Everything had changed

nowadays, and even his Dictionary was, more or less, superseded by an

American Lexicon. He called upon the Emperor NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE to

move the first resolution.

The Emperor NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE expressed his satisfaction that he

should have been allowed to take the lead in this matter. It reminded

him of old times, when he took the lead in everything. ("_Hear,

hear._") He represented, he supposed, "Biographies in General,"--as he

had not much sympathy with British worthies. He wished bygones to

be bygones (_"Hear, hear"_), but he must say that the conduct of Sir

HUDSON LOWE was---- (_Interruption._) Well, he did not wish to press

the matter further. ("_Hear, hear._") There was no doubt that unless a

man wrote his autobiography he was always misrepresented. (_Cheers._)

It was high time that some control should be put upon the publication

of the lives of those who had joined the majority. He had much

pleasure in proposing the following resolution: "It is the opinion

of this meeting of Shades assembled in council in Elysium that steps

should be taken to prevent the dissemination of false information

about their prior existences."

Sir WALTER SCOTT said that it gave him great pleasure to second a

resolution moved with such admirable discretion by his imperial and

heroic friend the last speaker. He had the greater satisfaction in

doing this as it might lead to a new and amended edition of his own

"_Life of Napoleon_."

A Shade, who refused to give either his name or address, begged to

oppose the motion. In his opinion modern biographies were a great deal

better than work of the same kind of an earlier date. ("_No, no._")

But he said "Yes, yes." It was now quite the fashion to whitewash

everyone. He would testify that he recently read a biography of

himself without recognising the subject. Since then his self esteem

had increased a hundred fold. (_Laughter._) He thought it would be a

great mistake to interfere. They had much better leave things as they

were.

Mr. WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE (who was received with applause) asked

permission to offer a practical suggestion. Although he was a poet,

he was also a man of business. (_Laughter._) He spoke smarting under

a personal grievance. It was common knowledge that only a short while

ago the bulk of his works was declared to have been written by Bacon.

(Cries of "_Shame._") However, it was no use to pass resolutions

unless they could carry them into effect. He would therefore move

an amendment to the resolution already before them, to the following

effect: "That to carry out any arrangement that may be considered

necessary, those present pledge themselves to subscribe a crown

a piece." He proposed this under the impression that, granted the

requisite funds, it would be possible to communicate with the mundane

authorities.

Sir ISAAC NEWTON had much pleasure in seconding the amendment. He

might add, that it was quite within the resources of science to do all

that was required. He would explain in detail how it could be done.

The learned gentleman then began a lecture, with the effect that the

meeting rapidly dissolved. After he had been speaking for an hour and

a quarter, he discovered that he had no auditors.

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[Illustration: THE BABES IN THE WOOD.

_Ernest._ "I SEE YOU ARE GETTING ON, FOREMAN."

_Foreman._ "YES, SIR; WE SHALL HAVE THE WALLS PLASTERED TO-MORROW."

_Agatha._ "OH, ERNEST, DON'T LET'S HAVE PLASTER! YOU NEVER SEE IT NOW;

EVERYBODY HAS WALL-PAPERS, AND YOU CAN GET LOVELY ONES QUITE CHEAP!"]

* * * * *

"BALLADE JOYEUSE."

(_Not by Theodore de Banville._)

Though you're pent up in town

While you pant for the breeze

Upon moorland and down,

For the whispers of trees,

And the hum of the bees

Winging home to the hive,

Drain your cup to the lees--

Aren't you glad you're alive?

Though you miss the renown

Yonder dolt wins with ease,

And you're mocked by the clown

You've a fancy to squeeze.

Though your blood boil and freeze

When folk say he will wive

With the maid you would please--

Aren't you glad you're alive?

Though with pout, or with frown,

Or in shrillest of keys,

Madam seek a new gown,

And no less will appease,

While your creditors tease,

Or by dozens arrive,

And behave like Pawnees--

Aren't you glad you're alive?

Though your argosies drown

In the deepest of seas,

And you lose your last crown,

Not to say bread and cheese;

Though you cough and you wheeze

Till you barely survive,

At existence don't sneeze--

Aren't you glad you're alive?

_Envoi._

O my friends, paying fees,

The physicians still thrive,

For your motto is "spes"--

Aren't you glad you're alive?

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