Page 71 of 75 POESY. - The Fiend's Delight

He was red in the face from the race he had run,

But he seemed to be doing, for aught I could see,

Quite well without any assistance from me.

And so I directed my wandering eye

Around to the opposite side of the sky,

And the rapture that ever with ecstasy thrills

Through the heart as the moon rises bright from the hills,

Would in this case have been most exceedingly rare,

Except for the fact that the moon was not there.

But the stars looked right lovingly down in the sea,

And, by Jupiter, Venus was winking at me!

The gas in the city was flaring up bright,

Montgomery Street was resplendent with light;

But I did not exactly appear to advance

A sentiment proper to that circumstance.

So it only remains to explain to the town

That a rainstorm came up before I could come down.

As the boots I had on were uncommonly thin

My fancy leaked out as the water leaked in.

Though dampened my ardour, though slackened my strain,

I'll "strike the wild lyre" who sings the sweet rain!

Conservatism and Progress.

Old Zephyr, dawdling in the West,

Looked down upon the sea,

Which slept unfretted at his feet,

And balanced on its breast a fleet

That seemed almost to be

Suspended in the middle air,

As if a magnet held it there,

Eternally at rest.

Then, one by one, the ships released

Their folded sails, and strove

Against the empty calm to press

North, South, or West, or East,

In vain; the subtle nothingness

Was impotent to move.

Ten Zephyr laughed aloud to see:--

"No vessel moves except by me,

And, heigh-ho! I shall sleep."

But lo! from out the troubled North

A tempest strode impatient forth,

And trampled white the deep;

The sloping ships flew glad away,

Laving their heated sides in spray.

The West then turned him red with wrath,

And to the North he shouted:

"Hold there! How dare you cross my path,

As now you are about it?"

The North replied with laboured breath--

His speed no moment slowing:--

"My friend, you'll never have a path,

Unless you take to blowing."

Inter Arma Silent Leges.

(An Election Incident.)

About the polls the freedmen drew,

To vote the freemen down;

And merrily their caps up-flew

As Grant rode through the town.

From votes to staves they next did turn,

And beat the freemen down;

Full bravely did their valour burn

As Grant rode through the town.

Then staves for muskets they forsook,

		Anyone is powerful to make. Fray Luis de Le n

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