Excellency's bellows in the neighbourhood of POSER. Was I wrong?

I remain (merely in an epistolary sense),
Your Excellency's humble servant,

DIOGENES ROBINSON.

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APPROPRIATE TITLE FOR MR. ANDREW LANG.--The Folk-Loreate.

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"AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM!"

(_A PENDANT TO MR. WILLIAM WATSON'S "THE KEY-BOARD."_)

Five-and-thirty black slaves,
Half-a-hundred white.
All their duty but to make
Shindy day and night,
Now with throats of thunder,
Now with clattering lips,
While she thumps them cruelly
With stretched finger-tips.

When she quits the chamber
All the slaves are dumb,
Dumb with rapture, till the Minx
Back shall come to strum,