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PASSING NOTES.

[By Rambles.]

The following reply from Mr Wiseman, to what appeared in these notes last week, must close this poetic (?) warfare which has been waging in this column for some weeks past :—

Why torture me, in suspense keeping ? Disclose yourself and stay my weeping. Tour nmnde plume, my festive rooster, Do you sign it, " old west coaster ?" That man of such a lofty mind, To others faults supremely blind, Not to such meanness could descend, As slander use to serve a friend ; Nor butter him with fulsome praise, In men's esteem, him thus to raise, Nor rake up bif-goneslong forgotten ; The cause that needs it, he'd .think rotten. A light like yours, it is forbidden, j " Under a bushel to be hidden." Unknown poetically ? 0, Nancy! Dwell'st thou in realms of flight and fancy f Does not your rhyming, rhythm, mode, Equal the famous Jubilee Ode ? No ordinary mind you own; Your style of verse quite Tennyson. When next you write, please give the key, That all may comprehend, d'you see ? But why persist that Mac's a Scot ? You know full well that he is not. "Would yon with infamy him brand, , That he denies his native land ? Surprised you seem that I should stoop, " Myself misname, or mention soup." Live you on air, are you ethereal ? I am but morta^ and material; Cabbage prefer and meat for use, And tailor-like, am fond of goose. No doubt that chorus made men savage, Urging them on to slay and ravage. Uncalled for now my mind presages; We live not in those barbarous ages. Blest in our Empress Queen's dominions, Free and unfettered our opinions. "Why I let out the cat kind, neighbor ?" A mouse came of your mountain's labor. Poor little thing, how " Tom " does watch i: On the first chance, he'll surely catch it. You're right to stand fast by your man, For mine, I'll do the best I can: Let truth and fairmts be our boast; "Falsehoods, like chickens, come home to roost." . [The remainder of the " Passing Notes " are again crowded out.—Ed. Stab.]

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Thames Star, Volume XIX, Issue 5815, 19 September 1887, Page 3

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PASSING NOTES. Thames Star, Volume XIX, Issue 5815, 19 September 1887, Page 3

PASSING NOTES. Thames Star, Volume XIX, Issue 5815, 19 September 1887, Page 3

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