January 27, 1868, And so they ought; For to them doth belong, If not the sincerest Outburst of song That ever was thought, "M." Dublin Paper. Tennyson's The Victim was curiously anticipated by The Prophet Enoch, a poem by James Burton Robertson (London, James Blackwood, 1860), in which the following passage occurs :"One victim more!' a thousand voices cry; 'One victim more !' resounds the cave of gloom. Lo! borne on lofty car, 'mid savage cries Of a wild band, a costlier victim comes. It is a lovely stripling, o'er whose cheek Twined with the fatal flowers that sweetly mock The fierce rebukes, or menace of the throng, 'Ah! spare my son; shed mine own blood instead : THE THREE COURSES OF ACHILLES. Mr. Gladstone's fondness for Homer is well known, and he was doubtless one of the first to read the Laureate's lines in the Nineteenth Century, called "Achilles Over the Trench." This Trojan hero will now be dearer than ever to the Premier, for the Laureate's lines show him to be a man strangely after the "People's William's" own heart. Thus, it is matter of public notoriety that Mr. Gladstone thinks thrice before he makes his mind up to any great matter, and he is curious, then, to find that Achilles, too, has what may be termed a "triologic" bent of mind! Evidently it was not till he had thought thrice that he remained sulking in his tent. And when he came out and fought, we find, from Alfred Tennyson, that— "Thrice from the dyke he sent his mighty shout, Thrice backward reel'd the Trojans and allies." The fragment of verse is incomplete, but we have little doubt that when we see it complete, we shall read something of this kind :— "Thrice rolled his glowing eye, with fury fired, From Funny Folks. UNFORTUNATE MISS BAILEY. An Experiment. (A parody of the Lord of Burleigh.) WHEN he whispers, "O. Miss Bailey, Thou art brightest of the throng!" She makes murmur, softly, gaily Alfred, I have loved thee long." Then he drops upon his knees, a Proof his heart is soft as wax ; She's I don't know who; but he's a Captain bold from Halifax. Though so loving, such another Artless bride was never seen; Coachee thinks that she's his mother-- Troubles need disturb her less- So they go with fond emotion, So they journey through the night; Pacing up, and racing down; She cries "Oh !" for he cries "Hah!" When five brats emerge-confound them! I HOLD it truth, with him who rings It hides the ravages of years; It gilds the matrimonial match; Let love grasp cash, lest both be drowned; Ah, easier far to bear the loss While of his winnings he may boast, "Behold the man who played and lost, And now is weak and overworn." II. O, Fortune, fickle as the breeze! I come to thee for monied ease! XXVII. I envy not in any mood The mortal void of Mammon's lust, Who never to a chance will trust, I envy not the plodding boor, Nor him who counts himself as blest, (Name of Author not known). PUNCH TO SALISBURY. I hold it true, whate'er befall, Though Jingo bounce and patriot rail, 'Twere better far to meet and fail, Than never try to meet at all. THE RINKER'S SOLACE. I hold it true whoe'er may fall, BEHIND TIME. She looked quite cross-her face had not For him she loved ;-divinely tall; He said he'd take me sailing-query? I answered 'Yes,' with great delight; I'd punish him-and show my pow'r. When I am not with Fred; I feel like Moore's lamenting Peri: The tear-drops then welled from her eyes, I will not speak to him," said she; H. C. NEWTON, |