AN ANALOGUE.

[TO TEE EDITOR OF THE " HpRorATon."1 SIR,—In reading old Francis Quarles's " Eclogue " the other day I came across, in the 11th Eclogue, some lines which are surely applicable to the present crisis—the despoiling of the

Welsh Church and the dismemberment of the kingdom under the name of Howe Rule for Ireland :-

(The dramatis personae are Philarehus, Philorthus, and

Anarchus.) PHILARCIMS : But who comes here P Anarchus !

PHILORTIIIIS : He's the trouble of three sad kingdoms !

He's a page filled with orratas of the present age t

PRILAROHna: The Church's scourge!

PRILORTIltra: The Devil's enehiridion !

Pim/imams The very ignis fatuus of religion ! AN/LaCHUS: We'll down with all the Varsities Where learning is professed, Because they practise, and maintain, The language of the Beast.

We'll drive the Doctors out of doors,

And arts, whoro'or they be! We'll cry both arts and learning down, And hey ! then up go we I We'll down with Deans, and Prebends tool But, I rejoice to toll ye, How, then, we will oat Pig our fill, And Capon by the belly ! We'll burn the Fathers' witty tomes,

And make the schoolmen flee!

We'll down with all that stadia of wit ; And hey I then up go we If once that anti-Christian crow Be crushed and overthrown

We'll teach the Nobles how to crouch, And keep the Gentry down!

Good manners have an ill report, And turn to pride, we see, We'll therefore cry good manners down And hey! then up go we ! The name of Lord shall bo abhorred !

For every man's a brother ; No reason why, in Church or State, One man should rule another !

But when the change of Government

Shall set our fingers free, We'll make Tom T— as good's My Lord !

And hey ! then up go we I Pntr,oarrats: Away, false varlet ! come not near my flock! Thou taint'st my pastures ! Neither wolf nor fox Is half so furious ! They, by stealth, can prey Perchance upon a lamb, and so away I

But thy bloodthirsty malice is too bold !

Before my face to poison all my fold I I warn thee hence I Come not within my list !

Be still, what thou art thought, a Separatist!

—Francis Quarles.

March 22nd, 1912.