RECITATIVE.

As manager of horses Mr. Merryman is,

So I with you am master of the ceremonies -

These grand rejoicings. Let me see, how name ye‘ em? -

Oh, in Greek lingo‘ tis E-pi-thalamium.

October's tenth it is: toss up each hat to-day,

And celebrate with shouts our opening Saturday!

On this great night‘ tis settled by our manager,

That we, to please great Johnny Bull, should plan a jeer,

Dance a bang-up theatrical cotillion,

And put on tuneful Pegasus a pillion;

That every soul, whether or not a cough he has,

May kick like Harlequin, and sing like Orpheus.

So come, ye pupils of Sir John Gallini,

Spin up a tetotum like Angiolini:

That John and Mrs. Bull, from ale and tea-houses,

May shout huzza for Punch's Apotheosis!