POETRY.
THE HAW.A_RDEN HOR.A.CE. AD ARISTIDEN OBFUSCATIIM.
IF clear be your conscience, my Morley, No bullet-proof coat you'll re- quire,
Though often dispirited sorely By Erin's Invincible ire : Nay further, discarding coercion, You may with impunity fare On a midsummer moonlight ex- cursion Unarmed thro' the County of Clare.
Look at me. As the breeze of the zephyr I strolled forth of late to enjoy, A vicious and virulent heifer— I was humming the "Dear Irish Boy "— Came fiercely galumphing be- side me ; But suddenly changing its tone, The animal amiably eyed me, And left me severely alone.
0 wild is Hibernia's Taurus, And Collings' chimerical cow, And neither demure nor deeo- rous Is the Tammany Boa, but I
VOW
That even in Chamberlain's gar- den No wickeder brute you'll espy Than the horrible heifer of Hawarden
Who fled from JUT eraerakl eye.
hrrEonn vita scelerisque purus Non eget Mewls jaculis neque Wen
Nec venenatis gravida sagittis, Fusee, pharetra,
Sive per Syrtes iter wstuosas Sive facturus per inhospitalem Caucasum vel qua loca fabulosus Lambit Hydaspes.
Namque me silva lupus in Sabina, Dum meam canto Lalagen et ultra Terminum curia vagor exreditis, Fugit inermem, Quale portentum neque militaris Daunias latis alit wsculetis, Nee Juba talus generat, leonum Arida nutria Pone me pigris ubi nulls eampis Arbor testiva recreatur aura, Quod lakes mundi nebula ma- lusque Jupiter nrget ; Pone sub currn nimium propin- qui Solis in terra domibus negata : Duke ridentem Lalagen amabo, Duke loquentem.
Were I bound within range of a rifle
In Dopping's implacable grip ; Though I fled to the summit of Eiffel To give Ashmead-Bartlett the slip; Were I doomed to despair on Sahara, Or sentenced to dine with the Shah, Still I'd chant, to the tune of Ta-ra-ra, The praises of Erin-go-Bragh.
C. L. GRAVES.
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