REYNARDO THE REVENGEFUL.

Hawke's Bay Herald, Volume XXI, Issue 5460, 14 August 1879, Page 3

REYNARDO THE REVENGEFUL.

(a iay of ancient bomb.) I The fgreat Pro -Consul, Greycuss, sat within the senate hall, When Ruffius Reynardo cried, " Now let the tyrant fall ; His promises are pie-crust, his baked meats are bufc stew — Oh, Romans, we have heard him often blow till all was blew, About the freedom and the rights of serfs ■without a brown" — Here Typo Invercargillus stood up and cried " Lie down !" Then Mildus Maurice Rokeius rebuked, in solemn tones, Bluff Typo Invercargillus. Midst hisses, yells, and groans, Bold Ruffing Reynardo, on his understandings, rose, And with a cotton wipo of blue he blew his azure nose, And turning to the Senators, he smolo a ghaßtly smile, Gesticulating fearfully whilst working up the bile ; And. piling on the agony, ho roared, " Patricians, now Let H3 make ready for the fight ; it's time we had a row. Look ! look upon yon pallid cheek, see how the tyrant quails ; Oh ! sacred Justice, he has lost his Ballance in thy scales. Oh! citizens, the Fox must hunt the spider and the fly" — Thon Typo Invercargillus again, cried out, "Oh, dry " B\it ere the sentence melted from the Tribune of the South, Proud Ivorkeiua again put on a stopper on his mouth. Then up rose Ruffius ones more, and|ituming to the throng — " 01), bold Patricians ! Bhall ive live beneath this weight of wrong? It's more than time the kettles took the places of the pots ; — That ancient priest of Jupiter — the venerable WattsHas told ua how the little birds so lovingly agree ; But here tho despot Greycuss sends his colleagues ( up a tree,' Because they wili not worship him ; Oh, all ye gods, arise, Have ye no thunder in tho clouds, no lightning in the akieß. ' To hurl upon the tyrant's head, and stir the stones of Rome : ' To rise in mutiny 1 Ye gods ! • 1 fret and fume and foam To sit there where the Tribune^ sits. Cqrne on, be not afraid, And I shall shout at Bellamy's a grosa of lemonade, When once we make false Greycuaa holt, and I can draw-.-my screw ;" Hero Shritnmi Skiua rose and said, " That's very good far you." Up rose the aged Tribune then, and to the Senate spake,— " Oh, Romans! now, by Jupiter, I'll make the traitors quake ; : I am the people's champion, and they shall i have the lands— The Appian way must hot be stopped by cunning robber bands ; , No, by the gods, I'll bear the brunt of each false traitor's shock. I'll guard your birth-rights, though I . stand upon the Tarpeian Rock. And hurl each proud patrician from its -rugged, craggy steep — Men shall be men for evermore and sheep be only sheep. Who is this proud Reynardo, that talks so long and loud ? A man who gained from Csesar all his honors 'neath a cloud, A cut-purse of the Empire (excuse me, Hamlet, pray) ; I've spoken," Then the citizens criod out, " Hooroo, hooray !" And all the noble senators cried "hiss, hiss," or " hear, hear," And then adjourned to Bellamy's, I trow, to have a beer. Saturday Advertiser.