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"TEKEL." You clanked the keen sabre and snorted for war ; You sounded the loud bugle call; You set in fell onslaught your Juggernaut car— But the writing is there on the trail! You vaunted battalions—aye, these were your god, Before whom all Europe must fall ; But. the flower of your host now bestrews the dr.mched. sod— And the writing is there on the wall! You boasted the strength of your bottledup fleet On the seas to jet " DeutschJand o'er all" : But the tars of Britannia you shudder to meet— And the writing is there on the wall! Proud braggart! " The Day" has now verily come, Which Voii tcasted—but fain Vouid recalf; For the God you have slighted has spoken your doom— See. the writing stares out from the wall! k —C. A, Salmond iu the 'Scotsman.'

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Page 10 Advertisements Column 2, Evening Star, Issue 15688, 30 December 1914

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Page 10 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Star, Issue 15688, 30 December 1914

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