And now _I_ am in for it all, for awhile.
Ah, well, I must dress, and endeavour to smile.

Only _if he_ would off it to Stamboul or Cairo,
Look up EMIN PASHA, survey Zanzibar,
Or try butterfly hunting at Kilimi Njaro,
The Crowned Heads of Europe were easier far.
But Africa's "_fauna_ and _flora_" would pall--
_He_ wants armies and fleets, or he can't rest at all.

Silesian manoeuvres! I know what they mean;
Long hours in the saddle, much dust, many hails!
An elderly Emperor's fancy might lean
To idling, or hunting the chamois with WALES.
Now, _he_ would not worry--but grumbling's no use,
So here's for Schloss Ronnstock, and endless Reviews!

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OUR FAILURES.--"One man in his time plays many parts," and JOHN
L. SULLIVAN, the great American "Slogger," having lately rather
failed, perhaps, as a pugilistic "Champion," has done what Mr.
HARRY NICHOLLS's lyric hero so yearned to do, viz., "gone on the
Stage." Decline of the Drama, indeed! Recruited from the ranks of
the Amateurs, on one side from the "Swells," on the other from the
"Sports," the Stage _ought_ to flourish. "Critics," said Dizzy, "are
those who have failed in Literature." Will it by-and-by be said that
Actors are those who have failed in "Sassiety" and the Prize Ring, as
Mashers or as Bashers?