HARCOURT, big as Babel's tower,
GOSCHEN, with myopic glower,
JOSEPH of the orchid-flower.
Humph! humph! the humour o't!

How they muster, how they "tell,"
Ha! ha! the humour o't!
Woes of the Division Bell,
He! he! the humour o't!
_All_--from Prayers to "Who goes Home?"
O'er St. Stephens you may roam;
LIKA JOKO bids you. Come!
Humph! humph! the humour o't!

LIKA JOKO is a wag,
Ha! ha! the humour o't!
All the tricks are in his bag,
He! he! the humour o't!
He can mimic, he can mime,
Draw, and act, and--what is prime--
_Keep you laughing all the time._
Humph! humph! the humour o't!

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Why doesn't some Musical Photographic Artist of Scotch Nationality
compose a March for his fellow Professors and Practisers, and call it
"_The March of the Camera Men_"? Sure to be popular.

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