POETRY.
FOGOLATRY : A VILLANELLE.
[On Mr. Gladstone's homeward Journey from the West, fog-signals were- exploded on the line by way of a salute.—Vide daily Press of Tues.day, June 17th: WE'VE got beyond the Decalogue : The ancient oodes are crude aid stale : Our latest Fetish is the Fog.
To beat the dull Dissentient dog The sorriest stick may well avail : We've got beyond the Decalog,ue.
Our feet are on our native bog : No more we wriggle on the rail : Our latest Fetish is the Fog.
To go the whole Hibernian hog No more we hesitate or quail : We've got beyond the Decalogue.
We mingle in our nightly grog Naught but the " dew " of Innisfail : Our latest Fetish is the Fog.
Great chieftain ! we are all agog To greet the triumph of the Gael : We've got beyond the Decalogne : Our latest Fetish is the Fog. C. L. G.