Sir Owen Seaman has done a gentle deed by disturbing
the dusty files of Punch which have accumulated during the last twenty-one years, and extracting therefrom those lyrics, written from a "bat's back," which still retain a little of the shows of yesteryear. It is an act of salvage which we should have performed ourselves, could we have found the courage necessary to attack the muddle of our library, where- under these cameos have been sinking deeper week by week. The many millions of Punch readers know his dainty rhymes and porcelain stanzas which need no more tribute from us than the reminder that here they are collected by Constable, at a charge of 7s. 6d., under the title of Interludes of an Editor.