Believe me, on these very grounds. Good-bye, then. Ah, a rarity! That cost me quite three hundred pounds,— That Dürer figure,—“ Charity.” LAISSEZ FAIRE. "Prophete rechts, Prophete links, GOETHE'S Diné zu Coblenz. O left, here 's B., half-Communist, Who talks a chastened treason, And C., a something-else in "ist,”. Harangues, to right, on Reason. B., from his "tribune," fulminates While C.'s peculiar coterie Some patent new Philosophy And yet-Why not? If zealots burn, My taste for salmon and Sauterne, Or I might have objected : Friend B., the argument you choose There's but one creed,-that's Laissez faire; Behold its mild apostle ! My dear, declamatory pair, Although you shout and jostle, Not your ephemeral hands, nor mine, Who 'll drink the last, I wonder? TO Q. H. F. SUGGESTED BY A CHAPTER IN THEODORE MARTIN'S "HORACE." ("ANCIENT CLASSICS FOR ENGLISH READERS.") "HORATIUS FLACCUS, B.C. 8,” There's not a doubt about the date,— You're dead and buried: As you observed, the seasons roll; Since, mourned of men and Muses nine, They laid you on the Esquiline. And that was centuries ago! You'd think we'd learned enough, I know, Since last you trod the Sacred Street, And tacked from mortal fear to meet Or, by your cold Digentia, set The web of winter birding-net. Ours is so far-advanced an age! Commodious villas! We boast high art, an Albert Hall, We have a thousand things, you see, And yet, how strange! Our "world,” to-day, Tried in the scale, would scarce outweigh Your Roman cronies; Walk in the Park-you'll seldom fail To find a Sybaris on the rail By Lydia's ponies, Or hap on Barrus, wigged and stayed, The great Gargilius, then, behold! Fair Neobule too! Is not One Hebrus here-from Aldershot? Be wise. There old Canidia sits; |