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eneath the dim and misty vault I tire of making fours with endless trouble, And left inclines inclining to a fault. What is this pedantry? An empty bubble. The spirit is the thing. When you say "'Alt!" My 'eart--I mean my heart--is at the double. You, gazing only at the outward shell That nothing of this secret fire divulges, See only raw civilians, heaped pell-mell, Having the kind of chest that peace indulges; Viewed from one end our lines are like a swell On the deep ocean, full of kinks and bulges. You bid us wheel. At once ensues a rout That no hussar could compass with his sabre; The man in evening dress is much too stout, He seems to draw his breath with obvious labour, Whilst I--I beg your pardon, _Right_ about-- Of course I bumped into my left-hand neighbour. But take (as I observed) the fire beneath; If ever foe should leap the shining margent That laps our island like a liquid wreath Then you would see us. Shimmering and argent, "Out bay'nets!" we would snatch 'em from the sheath; No '_shunning_ in that day, I think, O Sergeant. Meanwhile we want a foretaste of the joy That so much tedious tramping merely stifles: We want to fall upon our--well, deploy, And less of "Stand at ease" and fruitless trifles; _Der Tag_ will come (we whisper it with coy Half-bated murmurings), when we have rifles And uniforms. I want a uniform, Even if not of khaki's steadfast fibre, To make the bright-eyed maidens' hearts more warm And still the mockings of the street-boy giber; Meanwhile, I say, why not deploy and storm The sacred trenches of the Zoo-subscriber? The hour, the place invite. While here we stake Our country's weal on nugatory follies, What are these screams of insolence that wake The bosky silence with perpetual volleys? Give us the word to charge and let us take Yon outpost of the Eagles with our brollies. EVOE. * * * * * "BURGLAR IN BURNING HOSE."--_Liverpool Express._ He must have walked into something pretty hot. * * * * * Editorial Modesty. "CORRESPONDENCE. The Editor does not hold himself responsible for views expressed by Correspondents. SIR,--Your Leader of last week was uncommonly g
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