ys must end.

For, sooth, it is a kingly sight
To see God's mountain tall
That vanquisheth each lesser height
As great hearts vanquish small;
Stand up, stand up, ye holy hills,
As saints and seraphs do,
That ye may bear these present ills
And lead men safely through.

Let high and low repair and go
To where great hills endure;
Let strong and weak be there to seek
Their comfort and their cure;
And for all hills in fair array
Now thanks and blessings give,
And, bearing healthful hearts away,
Home go and stoutly live.

* * * * *

"Classical Master for endurance of war wanted."--_Scotsman_.

Humane letters are very sustaining.

* * * * *

"MARCHING ON!

"The council of the Chippewa tribe of North American Indians, by
a two to one majority, have accorded the suffrage to their
squaws."--_The Vote_.

As SHAKSPEARE was on the point of saying, "Suffrage is the badge of all
our tribe."

* * * * *

THE SPOIL-SPORT.

["The Town Clerk of Colwyn Bay informs us that the fish caught
there the other day by two youths was a dogfish and not a shark,
as reported, and that its size was much
overestimated."--_Manchester Guardian_.]

O gallant youths of Colwyn Bay,
With what unmitigated rapture
Did I peruse but yesterday
The story of your famous capture!

Alone ye did it, or at least
'Twas next to being single-handed;
No other helped to catch the beast,
No strength but yours the monster landed.

But now comes in the cold Town Clerk,
Who has meticulously stated
It was a dogfish--not a shark--
In size much overestimated.

So ye intrepid striplings, who
Made all your school-fellows feel humble,
Are mulcted of your honours due
By an officious Cambrian Bumble.

But, though your generous hearts be sore,
Take comfort: all the true patricians
Of intellect have been at war
With frigid, rigid statisticians.

I too have suffered from the rule
Of sceptics, icily pedantic,
Who blighted, ere I went to school,
My dreams when they were most romantic.

For once, when swinging on a gate,
With hands that doubtless daubed it jammily,
I saw a lion, sure as fate,
And fled indoors to tell the family.

But when I told them, all agog,
My aunt, a lean and acid