CORRESPONDENCE.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LXXVI, Issue 18257, 16 August 1921, Page 6

CORRESPONDENCE.

ROLAND AND OLIVER. Prince: ‘‘Well, here is my leg.”.— (Bows). Shakespeare. (To the Editor). Sir, —What harm did the late Poet Laureate ever do to Burnett that he should seek to disturb ins rest like that? I think it is cruel, and I quite expect that we shall hear ot some upheaval at the poet’s grave due to his turning over, and perhaps over again. But I suppost I must try to give him a Roland for his Oliver. Don Les of old Putiki by various things he swore That Boro’ rates and taxes should fall to rise no more; By yea and nay he swore it, ana named th’ election day, And hade his journalist send forth. East and west and south and north to summon his array. Obedient to the mandate the journals outward sped, And soon all hear the lusty call except the silent dead. Shame on the careless voter wno m his duty fails, When Les of old Putiki for henchmen loudly wails. Eight henchmen they assigned him, ali staunch and real and true, And six did win the place of power: eight henchmen all but two. And soon another joined him—non Charles of Ridgway dream. Eight hands in all would be beta up to countervail the steam. And now the stately phalaux, in confidence and might, In Council Chamber take their seats, all wrongs last to right; And Les of old Putiki at large dia loudly swear, Steam plant he’d now consign—--1 think I’d rather not say where. ■The lordly eight that deed had done, of that can be no doubt, But tor a little circumstance none dreamed rould come about; For tnree the error ot their ways did opeijly admit, And with their friends of other days no longer would they sit. With eight against and five to friend, sealed were the steam plant’s late; But eight to five the other way! What change may that create? Still roars the fight. Pale augur say, when will the tumult cease? No prophet I nor prophet’s son. (Macauley’s ashes, peace!) (Bows again). J. AITKEN. ~ ” ■!