And though there are places not so blessed as others in natural advantages, which, after all, was only to be expected, Proud and glad are we to congratulate you upon the work you have thus ably effected. (Cres.) How be-ewtiful upon the mountains! Hired Band, brasses only, full chorus: God bless the Squire And all his rich relations Who teach us poor people We eat our proper rations We eat our proper rations, And casual starvations, We have, we have, they say we have― (Cornet) Which nobody can deny! We are all as willing as Barkis- Chorus of the Crystallised Facts. Before the beginning of years Men with an Estimate Strachey with Muir for leaven, THE MASQUE OF PLENTY In the houses of death and of birth: With the Armed and the Civil Power, In the towns of the North and the East, They bade him starve his priest Justice at length of days, And Right-and Might in the Right. On his kine he borrows yet, At his heart is his daughter's wedding, THE MARE'S NEST ANE Austen Beecher Stowe de Rouse J Was good beyond all earthly need; But, on the other hand, her spouse Was very, very bad indeed. He smoked cigars, called churches slow, And raced-but this she did not know. For Belial Machiavelli kept The little fact a secret, and, She was so good she made him worse Her Assam monkey how to drink. Then came the crisis, strange to say, Which turned a good wife to a better. A telegraphic peon, one day, Brought her-now, had it been a letter For Belial Machiavelli, I Know Jane would just have let it lie. But 'twas a telegram instead, It was a misdirected wire, Her husband was at Shaitanpore. She spread her anger, hot as fire, Through six thin foreign sheets or more, Sent off that letter, wrote another To her solicitor-and mother. Then Belial Machiavelli saw Her error and, I trust, his own, Wired to the minion of the Law, And travelled wifeward—not alone. There was a scene-a weep or two- |