Impossible! One might as well With these half-dozen Indian beads. Moreover, add that every one So well exalts his pet distress, 'Tis-Give to all, or give to none, If you'd avoid invidiousness. Your case, I feel, is sad as A.'s, The same applies to B.'s and C.'s; By my selection I should raise An alphabet of rivalries; And life is short,-I see you look So, if I only hold you out An open though an empty hand, Why, you'll forgive me, I've no doubt. Nay, do not rise. You seem amused; K 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. here 's B., left, he half-Communist, Who talks a chastened treason, And C., a something-else in "ist," B., from his "tribune," fulminates While C.'s peculiar coterie Some patent new Philosophy And yet-Why not? If zealots burn, Their zeal has not affected 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, TO Q. H. F. SUGGESTED BY A CHAPTER IN THEODORE MARTIN'S "HORACE." ("ANCIENT CLASSICS FOR English readERS.") "H ORATIUS FLACCUS, B.C. 8," There's not a doubt about the date, You're dead and buried: As you observed, the seasons roll; And 'cross the Styx full many a soul Has Charon ferried, 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, Or, by your cold Digentia, set The web of winter birding-net. |