On the Old 'Un!

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SUN-SPOTS.

Fog, haze, smoke or cloud, almost daily enshroud
The Metropolis--place we should shun--
And day after day the reports briefly say,
"Bright sunshine at Westminster--none,"
Yes, none!
O Sol, not a ray; no, not one!

_The Times_ says that lots, quite a fine group of spots,
Are discernible now on the sun;
Have these stopped heat or light, so that weather-wise write,
"Bright sunshine at Westminster--none?"
Yes, none!
O Sol, what have you been and done?

Have these sun-spots increased? We know London, at least,
Is a spot unconnected with sun;
All day long we burn gas, the report is, alas!
"Bright sunshine at Westminster--none,"
Yes, none!
O Sol, you old son of a gun!

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LADY GAY'S SELECTION.