POETRY.
ON RECEIVING A PROSPECTUS OF THE SNOWDON SUMMIT RAILWAY AND HOTEL.
UNTHRONE him ; let the crowd's horse-laughter flout. Those solemn brows that commune with the sky ; Let nothing great preserve its privacy ; For, Snowdon once dishonoured, never doubt. BenNevis soon shall hear the rabble shout. Its last street-song, the vulgar hue and cry Shall desecrate Helvellyn's sanctuary, Bedell shall entertain a drunken rout.
No more its calm their high seclusion lends, The fever of our restless life to heal ; A people with the mountains would be friends, To whom their great reserve bath no appeal, Whom height provokes and solitude offends,— A mob that neither cares to climb or kneel.
ALFRED HAYED.