The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-01-27
.,Punch,' ON Primce Arthur.

LINES ON LATE HOSp1CIOUS EVENT.
By a Gentleman Of tie Foot Guards (Bl1ej.
paced upon my beat
With steady step and slow;
All huppandownd of Ranelagh street;
Ran'lagh ST., Pimlico.
While marching huppandownd
Upon that fair May morn,
Beold the booming cannings sound
A royal child is born
The Ministers of State
Then presnly 1 sor,
They gallops to the Pallis gate
In cartridges and for.
With anxious looks intent
Before the gate they stop,
There comes the good Lord President
And there the Archbishop.
Lord John he next elights;
And who comes here in haste!
lis the ero of one underd fights,
The caudle for to taste.
Then Mrs. Lily, the nuss,
Towards them steps with Joy;
Says the brave old Duke, Come tell to us
Is it gal or boy?
Says Mrs. L. to the Duke,
''Your Grace, it is a Prince"
And at the nuss's bold rebuke
He did both laugh and vince.
He views, with pleasant look,
This pooty flower of Mays
Then says the venerable Duke,
''Egad it's my birthday"
BY memory backards borne,
Peraps his thoughts did stray
To that old place where he was born
Upon the first of May.
Peraps he did recall
The ancient towers of Trim;
And county Meath and Dangan Hall
They did revisit him.
phansy of him so
His good old thoughts employin;
Fourscore years and one ago
Beside the fiowin' Boyne.
His father praps he sees,
Most MUSCLE of Lords,
A playing maddrigles and glees
Upon the Arpsichords.
Just phansy this old Fro
Upon his mothers knee
Did ever lady in this land
Ave greater sons than she
And 1 shouldn' be surprise,
While this was in his mind,
If drop there twinkled in his eyes
Of unfamiliar brind.
To Hapsley Ouse next day
Drives up a Broosh and for,
A gracious prince sits in that shay
q mention him with Hor)!
They ring upon the bell, D..
The porter shows his Ed ..
(He fought at Waterloo as veil,
And wears veskit red).
To see that carriage come,
The people round it press:
'And is the gallant Duke at ome?"
'Your Royal Ighness, yes.
He stepps from out the Broosh,
And in the gate is gone,
And X, although the people push,
Says very kind, ''Move hon"
The Royal Prince unto
The gallant Duke did say,
''Dear Duke, my little son and you
Was born the self-same day.
'cThe lady of the land,
My wife and Sovring dear,
1t is by her horgust command
wait upon you here.
''That lady is as well
As can expected be;
And to your Grace she bid me tell
This gracious message free.
''That offspring of our race,
Whom yesterday you see,
To show our honor for your Grace,
Prince Arthur he shall be.
''That name it rhymes to fame,
All Europe knows the sound,
And 1 couldn't find better name
you'd give me twenty pound.
''King Arthur had his knights
That girt his table round,
But you have won a hundred fights
Will mach 'em I'll be bound.
''You fought with Bonypart
And likewise Tippoo Saib;
Iname you, then, with all my heart,
The Godsire of this babe"
That Prince his leave was took,
His hinterview was done.
SO let us wish the good old Duke
Good luck of his god-son,
And wish him years of Joy
In this our time of schism,
And hope he'll hear the royal boy
His little catechism.
And my pooty little Prince,
That's come our arts to cheer,
Let me my loyal powers ewince
A welcomin of You ere,
And the Poit-Laureats crownd,
think, in some respex,
Egstremely shootable might be found
For honest Pleaseman Y.
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