Punch, or the London Charivari
Volume 105, October 7th 1893
edited by Sir Francis Burnand
"DUE SOUTH!"
On Shore in Lulworth Cove.—Odd names on this Southern coast.The "Tilly Winn Caves,?" for example; likewise "Durdle Dhor,"or "Durdle Door." Who was Matilda Winn; familiarly styled."Tilly"? An old fisherman mending his nets,—he is evidently"The Cove of LulworthCove,"—gives me the followingtale, which I setdown as the
LEGEND OF TILLY WINN and DURDLE D'OR.
The winsome Lady Matilda Winn,
Was a-ris-to-crati-cal-ly thin,
With dove-like eyes. Her golden hair
Was circled with gems so rich and rare.
White and pink was the healthy skin
Of the winsome Lady Matilda Winn.
The Lord of Lulworth, a somnolent Earl,
Gave his moustache an extra curl
As he woke in the morn, and ope'd his eye,
A passing fair lady was passing by!
Then he swore to himself, "Through thick and thin,
I'll win the Lady Matilda Winn."
The Lord of Lulworth, that somnolent peer,
Gained the young lady's father's ear,
Who said, "My Tilly must me obey.
One week to-morrow shall be the day
When Lulworth's Earl shall become our kin,
By wedding my daughter! my Tilly Winn!"
Matilda Winn made signs from shore
To her pirate lover, bold Durdle d'Or.
Who came at night with ladder of rope,
For Tilda Winn had agreed to elope.
"We're privately married, so 'tis no sin,"
Quoth the beautiful Lady Matilda Winn.
But the somnolent Earl and the testy Lord
Pursued and caught, ere they got aboard
The pirate vessel, the lovers twain,
Who leapt from the boat! And ne'er again,
When past and gone was the tempest's din,
Were seen Durdle D'or and his Tilly Winn.
There is as pleasant a little hostelrie in Lulworth Cove as isto be found anywhere in a quiet sort of way, with lunch madeand provided, ready for all comers, be they never so plentiful.Mind always on this coast command the lobster, he is toujoursà vos ordres. Those who can be content with the minimum ofvariety in the way of amusement, and with the maximum of healthwill assuredly find it here, where they can live the life of a sortof luxurious Robinson Crusoe—bathing, fishing, walking—five orsix miles from the nearest railway station, and visited occasionallyby steamboats, which cannot come in quite close to shore, bringingpassengers, from whom tidings may be obtained of what is going onin the outer world.
Note—Of music on board.—Almost every steamboat is accompaniedby a couple of instrumentalists—a harpist and