AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1262, 7 May 1896, Page 12

AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE.

ORIGINAL VJ'UISE.

TO THOSE ABOUT TO MAL'KT. CSpccinU'l writ'en fur the New Zealand Mail.) Ignoring tii" advico of fmn-h, "Women wiiTdo't vdien they come lo't," as they did in Shakespeare's tiu'.o ; and infatuated males will continue to burden themselves with " white slaves," despite all the vagaries of the New Woman. The following new words to an old Irish air are appropriate to tho present situation.] " John O'Ckadv " Up-to-Datf,. "lis no time to take a wife, Handsome John O'Crady, When New Woman " fads " are rife, Loving John o'Grady. What are woman's charms to you, When she may attach your " screw " F '• Whist, man ! I'm attached myself,'' Said fearless John O'Crady! Alter you are tightly tied. Lteckless John O'Crady, Parliament may claim your bride, Luckless John O'Crady. Male and female members there, In the lobbies often ; ' pair." " Vcam must be forbidden fruit," fcjaid jealous John O'Crady. There's another danger too, Thoughtless John O'Crady. There are other men than you, Hapless John O'Crady. What of polijandmii.H laws, And divorce for trivial cause? " Prillij Audi-: i'-.-: ain't my style," Said virtuous, John O'Crady. Yet another point, my boy. Wretched John O'Crady ; Bid good-bye to single joy, Humdrum John O'Crady. At the girls you dare not wink- ; With the b..,vs you must not drink. ' ; Love intoxicates enough," Said hap] y John O'Crady! J. Liddkll Kimi.y. Woolston. April 21st, 18D6.

SELECTED VERSE. " SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO." By Rudyaud Kipling, Author of "Barrack-P.oom Ballads," "The Jungle Book," &c. As I was spittin' into tlio Ditch aboard o' the "Crocodile," I scod a man on a man-o'-war got up in tho Reg'lars' style. 'E was tcrapiu' tho paint from off of 'er plates, an' I soz to 'im : "Oo aro you?" Sez'c: "I'm a Jolly—'or Majesty's Joltysoldier an' sailor too!" Xme 'is work beg ins by Gated knows when, and 'is work is never through—- '/•,' isn't on'! </' tho Ren'la t line, nor 'c isn't An' after I met 'im all over the world, a-doin' all kinds o' things, Like liiiulin' 'isself with a Gatling-gun to talk to thoni heathen kings: 'E sleeps in an 'ammick instead of a cot, an' 'c drills with tlie deck on a slue, An' 'n sweats like a Jolly —'or Majesty's Jolly soldier an' sailor too ! Forlorn* isn't a job on top <>' the earth the Iwriar don't know-nor do! opolol — soldier We've fought 'cm on trooper, we've fought 'em in dock, an' diunk with 'em in from Won We sent, for U us the sea-sick scuU'ry >lled 'era the Ass Marines; own for n double fatigue, to Bernardmyo, ilios -'er .Majesty's Jollies Theii think /'< S an' they deal for i-.n-cr ask what's to ip t ./ </;/' fed i'n' (hei/rc "p •cour bugle'\ Mow. im limpin' proem,-tilutes—-tailor loo! You may say wo are fond of an 'arnoss cut or 'ootin' in barriok-yards, Or startiti' a Hoard School mutiny along o' the Onion Guards ; But once in a while we can finish in style for i" as the Jollies-—'er Majesty's Jo ildier and sailor too. Th--urome of , they to brothers to us, s we'd met an' knew; rh in the. chest an' the doubles o' me r/n' uon, special clirusanthemv.ins To take your chance in the thick of a rush with living all about [s nothing so bad when you've cover to 'and, and leave an' likin' to shout; But to stand an' bu slill to the. " Juirken'oad" drill is a, damn tough bullet to chow, An' tlmy done it, Uio Jollies—'er Majesty's Jollies —soldier an' sailor too. Their work w«s done, when it 'adn't begun, An' lh< y si noil an' was slill to th; "Ilirken'cad" drill, soldier an' sailor loo! We're most of us liars, we're half of us thieves, an' the rest arc as rank as can be, But once in a while we can finish in stylo (which I 'ope it won't 'appen to mo); But it makes you think better o' you an' your friends and the work you may 'avo to do When you think o' tho sinkin' " Victorier's " Jollies—soldier an' sailor too. X,nr there isn't no room for to say yon don't. know—then 'are sciilcd it plain an,' trueThat whether it's Widow or whether it's ship, \'irtorier'.i work is In do, As then done it, the .lolll^s—'er Majesty's ire's Magazine WHAT'S IN A NAME? [Before tho battle of Lexington, William Dawes and Paul Revere were both despatched t> rouse the country, Dawes starting first.] 1 am a wandering, bitter shade; Never of mo was a hero made ;_ Poets have never sunpr my praise, Nobody crowned my brow with bays; And if you ask me the fatal cause, I answer only, "My name was Dawes." "J'is all very well for the children to hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Itoyoro ; But. why should my name be quite forgot. Who rode as boldly and well, God wot? Why should? J ask. The reason is clear— My name was Dawes and his Revere. When the lights from tho old North Church Hashed out, Paul Revere was waiting about, But I was already on my way. The shadows of night fell cold and gray As 1 rode, with never a break or pause : But what was the use, when mynamow Dawes ? History rings with his silvery name; Closed'to mo are the gates of fame. Had he been Dawes and I Revere, No one had heard of him, I fear. No one has beard of me becau.se Uu was Revere and I was Dawes. ID.LKN F. More