[According to the _Daily Telegraph_, the Saffron Hill
street-musicians are complaining that their barrel-organs are
frozen.]
_Macaroni Carlo sings_:--
_Ah, che la morte ognora_--
_Basta!_ no more can I play!
_So ai nostri monti ancora
Ritorneremo_ to-day!
_Ebbene, il mio padrone_--
I bid 'im an' Londra good-bye!
'E may grind out 'imself 'is _canzone_
For never again will I try!
_E troppo!_ my barrel--'e's frosty,
An' round I can not make 'im turn!
The music of VERDI and TOSTI
No longer a _soldo_ can earn!
"_My Honey!_" won't thaw, and there's "_Daisy_"
An _icicle_ frozen right through!
So _addì, Inghilterra, paese_
Where artists have no more to do!
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RETURN TO THE CLASSICS.--There is a talk of reviving Olympian Games.
Athens or Paris to begin. The competitors to be cosmopolitan. England
will send her prize boxer or wrestler, and if crowned victor, let him,
after the manner of the ancient Greeks, be free of taxes and rates for
the remainder of his life. How the competition will grow. The Smiths,
the Browns, all the patres familias will be urged by the matres to go
forth and take part in the contest.
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