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ROGER-TAYLEc'^ u m HIS S -rP >^/^i '^K,i?>- TO JRMESSIMONDS, Esquire, B.S, LITTLE EOOE I s A FFECTIONA TEL Y DEDICA TED « Y HIS SINCERE FRIEND ilND COLLEGE CHUM, THE AUTHOR. -^ J AJ^ESJO WES & SONS, PRINTERS^ HALIFAX.N. 8. \^- C7T '< "-^ a\ At the re< certain ot few of th Newspapei Monthly, dared to King's" ai the init. been hon( periodical Scotia. Feast of ■ ,;iiiiiiii,!|jiil,jii iiniij|iipiiii||iypi,y|!) (£/» ^(•)Mi)^ vr _iyG) •^ ^ PHEFflGE. -^ *^^0 apology is c;fi?ii;il for t!ie publication of these Poems and ^^ Flay:, for :hev ive on !y intended for private circulation. At the rofiu-'ist o-' ••ouie of jny friends I have made a collection of certain of ijiy Wiitings, and have issued iVcm in this form. A few of th ^« pot:^? have been publijhdJ in some of the leading Newspapers ir Canada, and some in the late Rose-Belford's Canadian Monthly, and have received mori' favourable notice than I had dared to hope for. There are local hits and allusions in "Old King's" and "The New Patience," which are only intelligible to the init °d. By far the .jreat majority of the poems have been honouretl with a place in the King's College Record, the periodical representing King's College, University of Windsor, Nova Scotia. B. W. ROGER-TAYLER. Feast of S. Barnabas, 1885. (X^o.- {

^lnoniy shade, And that for wai.t of monf y and of friends, Her banner droops, and old Kin«,''s hangr? her head. This eve we've met, and meeting we'll discuss The (luestiou deep which a;,'itates our minils. Pray list to what Fredericus will say, Fredericus—Jff ot born to speech, nor gifted with a tongu.-: To utter truths in rounded syllables, Yet will I try to plainly speak my mind. We need some funds, conceal the fact we can't, And now we'll see how best to meet the case. " Our Governors so discerning " (lot me quote) Are quite alive to all our needs and cares, And give us all they can— their sympathies. And what more sympathetic than a Guv. ? Freshmen— He ! he ! ha ! ha ! ho ! ho ' a joke ! a joke I Of ^^he the participle past is giw, ■ Ho ho ! ho ho ' Gulielmus—Ce&se, ribalds, cease. (To Fredericus)— Go on. Fredericiwi {to Freshmen)— And would ye dare to charge me with a joke Of such a guise as that " Go to ! go to ! "Gav." is expression short for Governor. ' Well, to resume ; I here suggest a plan, Which seems lO me a way to meet the case. Within the pages of our Calendar, (Which though erroneous still has some good points,) I find the names of our respected Guvs. , Their number twelve. Let each in turn donat» meet their eye. Oul.icl'miis—t''ep.r not, gooil Reginaldus, thou who brdv'gt The Wolfville boys in football's dreaded play Nee4l fear no harm. Rcgina.ldiis - A little thin my friend ; Fain would I tackle, wearied with the strife, The pies and joints of fair Jocasta's board, And venerate their hidden mysteries ; Nay, rather rise from midnight's slumber sweet, And creep with stealthy stop to where he sleeps, lit', the wild Uncas of the forest glade, And risk the war-whoop and the scalping knile, Thau uu'(!t the frowning gaze of Governors, I faint at thought o't. Frederims— Full well we know The daiigers and the perils of the place. But we could send our trusty messenger Stout PetruSj or as called by Juniors " Pete," If head there be to lose, let his ^a lost. Chorus of Freshmen— Hend Tetrus, or as called by Juniors "Pete,* If head there be to lose, let his be lost. Fetms—Aha, poor me ? Yet, why should I have fear ? Should I be traitor, like Iscariot ? Let me but have the weighty document, And I shall place it straiglit before their eyes. ' i''5!^!»39^^,^^\^ i < 6 Fredericus—ThuH reads the document which I have heTG—flicndsJ. "Coll. Reg. Vind., 30th Nov.. 1882. To their uost gracious royal Governors, The undersigned do send their greetings true. We fain your gracious lieges would inform Of several small events, that have of late Arisen to disturb our usual peace. We know your lieges have in view our weal. And need but know the facts to set them straight. First, then, we want ten thousand golden pounds Of English currency and royal stamp, To place this college on a footing firm. We would suggest— in humbleness of course. That yfiu who have not yet subscribed your share. Do forthwith give a thousand dollars. Then Amongst your many friends, four times the sum Raise by subscriptions from their bounteous zeal. Among the so-called fn>iids of ancient King's, Does not there breathe ten noble men and true, Who each would willingly subscribe a sum Equal to that which you yourselves would give 't When leafy June brings back the singing birds, And flock our friends to our Enca?nia, Will not they give their mite, be whJt it may ? Or do they come to get a grand tuck-out. And for old King's herself care not a fig ?' And then again we fain would make complain- Of many things within our College halls. The water that we use, do ye not knov, •Tis dipped from the Green-Pond's slimiest depth ? And when complaint to any one we make The answer we receive "The wells are dry " ? And then the butter that we use at board Is oleomargarinic nastiness. But worst of all, there roams an impious imp (By name Calamity and surnamed Pop ) About these College halls ere morninrr dawns And whistles as he roams for want of'thou^hi He cleans our boots and makes our morning fires And vilely sings the songs of long ago If 'e'«T "he's lost, and in his place is found A shoe-brush, scuttle, or a well-worn broom, O ! blame us not for having caused his loss, His memories dear will linger in our hearts. These and our kindred woes we here unfold, Aijd leave the matter in your august hands. And your petitioners will ever pray. " 'Grand Chorus of (t/^— Hip, hip ! hip, hip ! hooray, hooray, hooray And y-our petitioners will ever pray, Hij>, hip ! hip, hip ! hooray, hooray, hooray \ Oeorffius Martius — Let us adopt the precious document. And gird stout Petrus with a coat of mail, And armed \^y right and seconded by zeal, Let's send him forth when next the Oov'nors meet iJhoTKs — And whew the Governors meet. We'll be suppliant at their feet. And so will Fredericus and Georgius and Pop, Fredericus and Georgius and Pop, Pop, Pop, JFredericus and Georgius and Pop. (ExPAml all singing. ) ACT IL A toom in North Pole. Gulielmus in arm-chair near the Are. The Seniors near him. The rest of the Students sitting and lounging about the room. Gulielmus — Again in solemn conclave we have met> To take brave action on our late resolve, Or end our strange eventful history ; To-day the Governors meet in yonder hall. "Where is stout Petrus ? Oh ! I see he's here, And ready for the brave and val'rous deed. Hither my friend. To you 1 here intrust This d-icument of lOeighL Now do not waif — Ft-eshmen — A pun, a ptm ; ha, ha ! ho, ho ! The senior made a pun— ho, ho ! ■^ '••-'•.-XH}''»^is:^m, ■ 8 Oidielmus (cont^numirJ-.^o^v do not wait, But hie thee to the hal] with hasty feet, And swift return ; time wiil reveal the rest. (^eorahi^ Mn,.f A , (^^^f-P<^f'fus with document.} M 71 T ""^ """' '^y ^"^»'^«' ^'''- have a joliy song. All-A song ! a song ! let's have a jolly song < ^ ^ ^■ '^'"■^^^5«''^-*-You Reginaldus, versed in college song rune your sweet lyre., ami sing "The leg of cork " in^:f^:r ''' '■ '-''-'''''' '^-' ' ^hy this bold and rnde- to "^rz ZiUrr'^ ''^''^'' ^^^ ^^' «^^- ^ -^^ ^- -- never do it no more sir ' '""' ''"'" ''' "^^ ^' *^"« *™« ^'^^ ^^e^Zrf.« AnfflicJtns-Me Hercule ! Now look here M, ■ y I long have wished this moment ^i^tun: '''''' '"^^'^ And now at last we have thee in our grasp ' Now, sirrah, answer to the ohai- ^es made Charge ^-This very morn you did neglCt Is taken, from the Green-F..nd, and is full Of living things infinitesimal CAom^-Oh take h.m to the ,,„„d. and let „, d,.„„„ ,„„ ^ All Starting up-- The Governors sleep \\'\ Fredericxts — Nay, nay, good Mart., our Gov'nors ne'oer sleep, Is this Dalhousie ? True, that there 'tis said (See their own college paper) that they sleep, But here, my friend our Gov'nors never sleep. Heginaldiis Anglicanics—'WeW, well, there's something up. I say let's send iPachuteros to find out what's their game. Perchance they hold friend Pete in durance vile, Or question hira regarding this afi'air. All — Yes, yes, let's send Pachuteros to see. 'Oidielmiis — Pachuteros, prepare yourself to go. On southern side of Convocation Hall , There is a crack which kts the daylight through, l"o that apply your eye, survey the scene, Bring back a true account of what you see, Now go. Pachuteros — Most nohle Senior, I go. {Exit. ) 'G. Martins — And now, once more, a song. Who'll sing a song ? Let's hear from Rufus. Rufus sing a sung 1 {Rufm dngs "Alma Mater." Daring the progref^s of the song ■Paehuteros rusJies in with his e^jes starting o^it of their sockets, and his hair on end. Breathless he throws himself on a chair. Thi', singing stops. ) All— What's up ! What's up ? You look as pale as death. Packxcteros — My eyes ! did they deceive, or do 1 dream ? R. Anglicanus—Ho, no ! you are awake ? Tell us what news ! Pachuteros — Some water, quick, my nerves are all unstrung, Ah ! tnder ! better. Now list to what I say. •Chorm of Freshmen— Sh-h-h ■ sh-h-h ! Now list to what he says. Paehuteros — When near th« Convocation Hall I came, There was a sound of revelry within, And standing on a stone, I placed my eye To where the wintry frests Lad made a crack, And, t>h, the .sight I saw! it makes me .sick ! — More cider please : there ! tl nks, 'tis passed again. — About a table round, like knights of old, The Gov'nors sat, and revelled in the gore Of stout friend Petrus, whom they have desti-oyed. 10 Or bloody feast! dapes aanguinis f -More cider please ; there ! thanks, 'tis passed agafn,-^ A single lamp shed forth a lurid glare, And deeper crimsoned all their bloody board And grinning in the centre was the head Oi Petrus our friend. Alaa I'poor Pete &ome laughed and chatted ; others picked their teetb With bones from victim plucked ; and others Were tossing for cents with his trousers buttons --More cider please ; there, thanks, 'tis passed again- ' 1^ tv 'v ^^'' *^'* ^^^ • ^^'y'"^ ^'^» ^- «^alp^ ■ And filling It M^ith sawdust played at football, A happy punt by well directed kick Sent it my way, and bouncing, lo, it stuck «ight in the crack to which I had my eye; • f though 'twas dead, I took it up and ran, For nought cared I for Rugby rules just then ; And this IS all remains of noble Pete Ok^us ofaMislo.anasoUr.n)--An, this is all remains of noble Pet. Slain on the altar of his hopeful zeal, ' ^o more in corridor his form we'll meet No more he'll cause the lecture-bell to peal GululTfius {with eyes drnvncast)- An ending sad to all our cherished hopes; lZ7f. '^'/^"^'^^ ^ ''^^ -'i sad far weir ; Farewelye days of happiness and peace; Farewell.r ye classic shades, farewell! fare;ell. Sha^aketch the ruins of this ancient place He 11 pause and wonder at the noble race G. M^rti^Xr^^T "^'f ''-'' classic shades. All~wZ ■ r, , ' ^^""^ ^ P^^"' ^ «Pl«ndid plan ' OMr IS It ? speak ! and let us save old Kind's O. Marttus {standing on tabk) Old Kma'.^^,^ very thing ' '''^"' ^^^ ««> i>own, the' Tnf PetTus'r' '"'"^'^ '" '^^*^ -" P-ve her life And Petrus dying gives his life to King's And in It forty thousand hairs all told, ^ow let i« sell these hairs ; each for a dollar II And thus we'll raise tlie fatids we sorely ticed/ What say ? Here Anglicanus take these home. And sell them at the price we just have named; Jacobus, t 86 will fetch a splendid price In Sussex or St. John. Here, MoodiuB, Dispose of these along our Western shore?; And here, brave Theodore, take these with thee. When next thoii visitest thy sea-girt isle; Here, take some all, and sell for what we can. G ulishn us— 0\i\ King's is saved, no more she'll trembling fee< The many ills that college flesh is Jieir to. ftated bv a hair ! (or rather saved by hairs), Rey. Anglicanus— 0V\ King's is saved. Now let i>s joyful sin^ The good old songs we oft have sung before. Pachutero^—K little cider please — All — Oh, take him out. Chorus by all — Happy are we to-night, boys, Happy, happy are we; True friendship we will plight, boys, To-night our hearts are free, &c., &c., &c. Grand chorus and Exeunt omneSj EPILOGUE. When good king Bruce's life was saved liy cobweb frail, His foes though up and down they raved;- Yet lost his trail. And though the dangers of old King's Still cause a fear — Let's hope these dangers will take wings, And disappear, December, 1882. f Pb 9BW pAfmioeR DRAMATIS PERSON/E: ALKUKDnTs.— An author of no mean reputation. SlMoxroES.— A iibilosopher of the N'cu-PIatonic School. Cauolus.— An ardent and ORsthetic lover. Tttdor, \ Ralp, j Flexus, Petruh, LiBKATUS. Patience. ^in Students. A love-sick niaideii. PiL.— Her Mend and companion. SOEXE l.~"m,rthPok," A-inrrs College. ^l/redms (Meriting).--'' And we, poor earth-worms, evormo... hiiall tread the coming what-will-be, And gaze upon Elysian fields, Deep-set with anirnalculfe." mter Simonides with a volu^ne. of Plato uyuier hi, arm ) Welcome, Simonides ! Sit you, I pray ; What is the news this happy time df day ? ^^^^^^<^-~^my Alfredius, light mu.t be your'task 10 write fine verses, and in sunshine bask Of Windsor's loveliest maids. Your poet mind Mugs songs of sweetness, noble and refined i*or me, alas ! no happiness aw^ts While knocking at the philosophic gates. 31y only friends are Cicero's De Fato Aristotle's Ethics, Pi], and Plato. ^Ifredncs An, „ot these enough ? Does not fair Pil Soo he the sad breast, and stimulate the will ? Oh I happy you, who have no other ties 10 take you from your deep philosophies I You tread the paths of light, and strew your wav With words of wisdom uttered dav bv day (■ Car Al/', Car Mf, ia Hut 'tis not so with all ; a hapless wigfit Named Carol us, doth plague me day and night/ To write some loving verses, mix some potion,, To show his deep and passionate devotion. Speak, O ! Simonides, speak gods above, Is there no cure tor love, too utter love ? Simonides. — Ah no ! I fear the case is too far gone, And Jove's as hard as Windsor Junction stone^ I know cf whom you speak — Poor Carolus I I wonder why he raises such a fuss I His feelings amorous he ought to smother, You know one girl's as good as any other. That is philosophy ; on this I act, Although you may not think it, 'tis a fact. Fiilt hei'e is Carolus, wearing a lily, I wonder why {esthetes will act so silly. (Enter Carolus, gloomily.) Carolus.— 0\^ Jove-sent passion, named by mortals, love I Alfredius.—he careful there, or you'll knock down that stove'v Carolus. — Oh ! what can still the throbbings of my breast. Which beats in solemn measure 'neath my vest ? My lily limp, is, listless, lank, and low,. And hangs upon my breast in utter woe. Tell mo Alfredius, didst thou that compose, Warm as the sun, and pure as winter's snow3. Which speaks my love ? Oh, tell ine, tell me true i Alfredius. — I have ; how do you think that this will do? (Reads) To Patience. I. Pretty little P^tienc(>, With the raven hair, Tell me that you love me, Else I shall despair y For you are blithe and winsome, Happy as a queen. Tell me little Patience, Tell me what vou mean. 14 n. Charming little Patience, Tripj)ing to and fro, Cheeks as red as roses, Brow as white as snow ; Gathering the daisies, Bringing them to me, With your rijjpling laughter, Ri>igin^' merrily fll. Dainty little Patience, I cannot believe. That you will be faithless. That you will deceive ; I see you blush my darling, You tell me by this sign, That you will be faithful, That you will be mine. ^imoni4es^s^o roee,)-AU bosh and rubbish. That is just the stulf rr, 7 at ^'' ^'^ ^"- ^«'<' ' I'^« lia^l enough. Varoh^ Q^ precious poemlet ! sweet heartsease ! brLt As star-eyed daisy ! fragrant as the night ' A priceless boon, a noble gift thou art, .<^a_l™ my weak nerves, my agitated heart ! (SHmng out) For I'm an esthetic young man, A peripatetic young man, A gay and imprudent Divinity student, Hope for the future young man. ^.'.o.z-.. Wretched Alfredius, see the state ofmind^^"'"^ In which that youth, who ought to he confined, Exists. His heated brain no more can be Brought to its senses, mads once more to see The folly of your thrilling minstrelsy. Throw off your poet's garb, come do so, quick Assume an air that's purely philosophic. There is a force in philosophic mien Stout Petrus says : ' ' Philosophy L keen " B Hi 15 stuif Shun the fair sex that live in Windsor town, And when you meet them cast your eye-lids down ; Just nod to them, or venture a "good day," And then pursue the tenor of your way ; This way with you will soon become quite chronic. And then like mine, your love will be Platonic. What can you gain by wooing the fair sex ? They hinder work, and oft your feelings vex. Should you an evening spend in glorious ease, Next day you cut your Aristo])hanes ; An afternoon with them as you're a sinner, Is sure to make you late for College dinner ; And if you dare attend the social ball, You lucky are to pass your terminal. Alfredius. — Precious philosophy ! How do you do it ? I can't, and therefore really must ecchew it. Chacun a sun gout let this be our lot. And then you'll never say I'm "acting prot." But can we not devise some daring scheme. To rouse our fellows from their love-sick dream ? Evolve some method from your fertile brain, And let me know when ueit we meet again. Simonides. — I'll see ; by accident I may espy Some ray of gleaming light. At least I'll try. (Exeunt. ) Scene II. — The Avon Bridge. (Patience and Pil discovered on the bridge, looking down the river.) Patience. — Oh noble stream! that flows with fitful flood, And leaves upon thy banks the fertile mud, Oh! tell me true, for I'm in rad distress, How shall I meet my lover's fond caress ? Oh ! could'st thou speak, and with resounding roar. Send forth hoarse-voiced a message to the shore, With willing ear I'd list thy mighty voice. Which bade my lacerated heart rejoice. How oft I've watched thee, bearing to the brine. The ice-floes wrought in curious design, k; 1 li !!: ill And watched thy houiewanl rush with girlish glee, Full laden with salt fragrance from the sea. How oft, -.vhen summer decks thy banks with reeds, I've caught thee toying with the sn.iling meads, And plucking buttercups in amorous (juest, Display them wantonly upon thy breast! Pil.— Or when the autumn wind ;ioth 'learly warp us, Ive seen thee full of gay and festive porpoise! Patienc€.-.Oh Pi', for shame! You've scared away my muse. fil.—Tm gUd I did, she always gives you "blues." What nonsense 'tis to rave about one student, To rave of six is better,— and more prudent. They are a tickle flirting lot of sinners, As vague an.l shifting as Dalhousio's dinners; For change of thought I never kr jw such people, Their minds are coloured like our new church steeple. I never loveci them, yet I think there's one On whom my heart's affections may bo gone. Patieruw.— What, you love ? You th' impenetrable Pil, As proud and stately as yon snow-clad hill .' What lucky youth has captured your atfecli-ju. And yet escaped my argus-eyed detection ? Pil— Ah \ Patience, pardon me, no more I'll (piibhle, 'Tis— shall I breathe it ? Ye.s, his name is ~ Patience.-Stoi* ! stop ! Your secret you must not disclose, A task like this on you I'll not impose. But have you heard the latest thing at College, By which they hope to cram the mind with knowledge? They've put a fine for staying out at nights. Contracting all the students' vain delights. And exercised their Facultative powers', By forcing students in at certain liours.' The fines for which the students now must delve ' ' After eleven, fifty cents ; a dollar after twelve.'" 'Tis ruinous ! that money woul i l^e handy i AV. -Burgess & Wood will lose their saie of candy ! Patic7ice.—nxxt see those students up on Ferry Hill, They see us now. ' Be still mv heart", be still I think 'tis Tudor, with him Ralf perhaps, They're Radicals, and don't wear College caps. (Ralf and Tudor approach nmrcr.) 17 Ra!fto r^rfor.— They're on the bridge, adown this bank let's roll, And HO escape the usual two-cent toll. 'Tis said the stock will very soon ascend, And pay (in time) a handsome dividend. Tjtrfor. — What shall we do? Old Cerl»eru8 is there ; We can't escape ; we'll have to pay the fare. (They advance to where Patience and Pil are standing.) Ralfand Tud(yr.—GooA afternoon Miss Patience ! Well, Miss Pil, How charming is the weather, clear and still ! ril.—0\i, goodness me ! You've ;,iven us a scave, Indeed we did not know that you were there. r^rfor.— Ha! ha! not bad; we spied you from the hill, And thought we'd ask if you and fair Miss Pil Would take a walk this pleasant afternoon. PaticTicc. — Delighted I am sure. Shall we start soon ? Tudor. — Yes, start at onr-e. Where had we better go? /»aproaches and passes on, sinking in the key of O.) PUrut, {a la LuiUhome) I'm a voice like a Ij're young man, Sing higher and higher young man, A high-diddle-didiile, (Jome play on the liddle, A .sing in the choir young m^:i. Sinw„ides.~^.ow oft that fiddle has my feelings racked ! Tiidor.—kYi yes indeed 'tis so. How true to fact. (Flexus heard singing in the distance. He approaches and passes on in the same way.j Flexus, (singing)— I'm an active and t"!! young man, A orave one and ail young man, Though once in a pickle Was scratch(!j in the cuticle, A terror at football young man. ( Lihratus passes on singing in the same 7iJuy. Libra t us, {singing) I'm a keep my own sleigh young man, Oct a drive every day young man, A deep mathematical, Nothing but practical. Go my own way young man. (Ccrolus approaches singing.) Carolus. — I am an aesthetic young man, , A peripatetic young man, A gay and imprudent Divinity student, A love one and all young man. The three figures in white suddenly appear in front of him. Carolus drops on his knees, and the three figures dance around hit,' like the three witches in Macbeth.) I - ( They do ;s lull, ;ui(l raindrops patter. On his liead liis hat let's batter. — Please noble ghosts, please give me no more pain, I'll not — indeed, I'll not do it attain ; I'll never look at her. I shall renounce her. And if 'tis necessary, .shall denounce her. No more I'll woo. or write a single sonnet To those dark bangs which peep from 'neath her bonnet ; Whene'er I meet her, I shall pass her by. Nor lift my eyes, nor even dare to sigh. Oh I spare your wrath. Indeed I did not know That you were cross with me. Please let me go ! Tudor. — Go then and take this lesson well to heart, That from erroneous ways you must depart ; And may you learn at length to mend your ways, And happy live in your declining days. (Exit Carolus.) Half (laughing).— h^t dew-drops fall, ha ! ha ! and rain-drops patter. Tud,or.- i say, who's that ? Simonides.— The President ! ! All— Let's scatter! ! ! (Exeunt omnes celeriter. ) Curtain. March, 1884. i^Bfi^ifieifif^.. I'll (Written in commcmwaticm, of a certain Vice- Presidential " At Honvc "* November, 1881. "Indeed my master, my story is without r&yaie or peaaon,. but yet it applies to aouieone."— Comedy ok Ekrors, Sitting alone On a mossy stone, I saw an old man who was gnawing a Iwne, And troubled quite At this wonderful sight, I thought to myself tliat the man wasn't right ;: For he rolled up his eyes With a look of surprise, Which he certainly did'ut take pains to disguise. I asked this old man. : '^' Pray sir, if you can,. Will you tell me what makes you look hagganl and warn? For your whiskers so sandy, And your legs which are bandy. Betoken no longer that you are a dandy, But quite the reverse-;. Are you under a curse. Or are you a-slipping from bad unto worse? " Thf>n he clutched at his haiv, And gave me a stare, "^ . - made me feel anxious not to be there ;: But I could'nt run From this fossilized one, So I stopped and reflected what ought ta be done,, When he uttered a wail, (I felt I turned pale,) Ami t<4d me this story which now I re-tale. #m^E-.?. '^'■^'r;>^#f^rrf::^. ss '"You must know I'm a Greek, And the langiiage I speak Is adapted to those who are ' 'umble and meek^' I taught a small school, And laid down the rule ^Of atoms, of science, and of molecule. And my name became great By the kindness of fate, "While Plato was still in protoplasmic state," "One evening ' At Home,' I'd some friends of my own, And others you know, just to give the thing tone ; But oh ! luckless task, I omitted to ask A few of the school in my sunshine to bask, And horrible fate — Alas, 'tis too late — Poured forth its revenge on my^wretched old pate, " 'Mellies^a'nd icfc&, ^ At fabulous prices, Were placed on the tables with curries and rices, And looking so meek, Transcendentally sleek. Was served up W style a piece of pig's cheek ; But eat I could not More than twice of each lot, For I eeuld'ut help thinking of those I forgot." "At length the end came, 'Twas always the same, And every one voted 'twas terribly tame ; And with pains in my head 1 crawled into bed. And saw in my dreams— you'll believe what I've said- Two horrible sights, Two black-faced frights, ■Grinning like idols in heathenish rites." 24 "With auf,'uisli oppressed, They sat on my breast, And pulled at my whiskers, and thumped at my ehest ,' They drummed on my nbs, Making puns, jokes, and s(|uibs. And charged me directly with uttering libs: Tliey dragged me about, With hyena-like shout, And crowned all their impudence by calling me 'lout' " ii ■M a vow. ' ' To escape from the row I did not know how, But they hinted I could, if I made then, a That once in the year In this place I'd appear, And pull at my whiskers, and clut(;h at my hair, For my sins to atone On this horrible stone, While consolation was left me in gnawing h bone." I ■ [I "Th. igh I've long since been (Lad, Vet ti rhis I am le moan, And turning I found I was standing alone. b@ais]ieii^©. ;tr? d th '»wiiig poem was awarded the President's Prize for Englis^i ilhynibd Heroic verse, in Kinpr's College, Windsor, N.S., June, 1882.) Th' Atlantic' breaks with deep sonorous roar, And bathes with tremulous tide Cape Breton's shore ; The rosy sunbeams gild the morning sky, Harmonious nature breathes a symphony ; The zephyrs kiss the coast-encircling trees, And woo the maiden with a winsome breeze ; The idle craft av/aic the welcome gale, To swell the canvass of the flapping sail ; The sailor anxious scans the azure blue, And idly lounges with the listless crew. The day is past, the sun has^unlc to rest Behind tne hill-tops of the distant west. The morning breeze has blown^into a gale, Ami lashed old ocean, who with fury pale Hurls high the fragile barks ujjon the land, And strews with shattered spars the shining strand. And thou, Louisburg, of sad decay A monument, now nestling on thy bay, A floating fragment on the tide of chalice, A tide that swept thee from thy sorrowing France, Ope wide thy haven to the world again, Aud welcome weary wanderers o'er the main, Extend thine ancient fame and wide and far, Let commerce take the place of arts of war ; From raging seas, and fierce tempestuous wind, A shelter safe may storm-tossed sailors find Within the spacious bosom of Lliy bay, Till tempest past, again they speed away. And is thy spirit dead? Shall battle's roar No more reverberate along thy shore ? ^Shall glorious conflicts from thy memory fade, When flaslii'd tin- cannoii or wiien ^deanied the blade? Not 80 ! Let History unerring tell ■; How bravely fought thy heroes," bravely t'elt : And falling, shed'a lustre on the fame Of Gallia's battle-p?,ge,' on Gallia's name ; How twice thine ancient banner floating fair^ Breathing the fragrance of the solenji* air, Unfurled its folds o'er citadel and plain ; How twice the mighty monarchs of the main, Suspicious viewed the soul-entrancing sight, And plucked the banner from its peaceful height. Come, winsome Muse ! and sing with gladdening atrairt And tell the' oft-repeated tale again. The rosy morn dawns pure in peaceful pride, As down the boson, uf Chebucto's tide, The swan-like ships of England's dreaded fleet, Glide from the quiet of their calm retreat. Dread Loursburg's grim fortress to assail, While soft the south-winds sighed a fav'ring gale. Full many a night they plough the mllowy deep, And anchoring, land their forces 'neath the steep A/id lofty heights, which look with scornful frown^ On those who dare assault their ancient town. And he who later met a hero's death, The gallant Wolfe, singing with latest breath- A song of victory for his native land, First dashed through surf, and trod the hostile strand? Mid battle's din, and cannon's ceaseless- roar, He plants hig standard on the wave-kissed shore. But vict'ry, laure! -crowned, demands its- cost, And many a gallant man has England lost, Ere yet she waves the signal to advance, And charge the closel.y ^en-ied ranks of France. But who can stem the tide of England's might, When Europe pales and trembles at the sight ?' Imperial England never yet did yield, In mountain-pass, on wave, or battle^Held ; The distant seas areswept by England's fleet. Nor fearing foe, nor caring for defeat, And now her meteor-flag that proudly waves,- No insult brooks, no pardon ever craves. ,K',ih\ 2^^&t/t^ M- m 27 BerieatK its aiilple folds the victor's crowil In glory rests, — a symbol of renown. And gallant men there were who fought that day^ feoscawen, Rodney, Gambier the gay, And Amherst in the autumn of his age, illustrious names on History's battle-page. Loud roars the cannonade, tierce gleams the steely Foot-soldiers fall, ami mounted horsemen reel, The carnage thicker grows, and ovei* all Death waves his mantle, spreads his funeral palL From morn to eve, the opposing forces fight Till gloomy night shuts out the hideous sight, And when chaste Luna dawns in silvern sheen, Renew their wrath, and vent their venomed spleeri/ And thus the conflict spreads, and valorous deeds Are plentiful^ as summer-scattered seeds, And gild with glory^ mad heroic wat, Which only brighter shines when viewed afar. And thou, untiring, noble, brave Drucorur, Mars' truest son thou wert, to thus endure The perilous dangers of protracted siege, Than dim the glory of thy aov'relgn liege. Thrice honoured thou, thrice honoured thy fair brid^* Who fought upon the bastion by thy side ; Thrice honoured those who sleep beneath the sod, Whose bodies rest, whose spirits wait their God. The siege prolongs, and each succeeding sun Views with deep blushes war's dread carnage done, Glati of the eve to hide her crimson'd face. And let unhallowed i>ight usurp her pines. And thus, fair Louisburg ! the maddening strife Drains to its depths the fountain of thy life. And those within thee view with deep dismay. Thy ramparts fall, thy walls but crumbling clay. The while victorious Britons at thy gate, Demand submission, and their terms dictate. Withdr•^^v•, bleeding France I withdraw thy force, Thy new-world Dunkirk* lies a helpless corse ; Her heart is bruised, her armour doubly rent. No longer now can shield thine armament ; Thy golden lilies droop and mourn their loss. While over them waves England's crinison cross ; ' 1 1 2S i Spread your wliite sails, o'er bouiuliuf< dUIows daiu-e, Anil haste yon brave survivors )>a(k to France, To Frani* to tell this story of renown, Which adds a gem to England's starry crown. » « « « « Without the walls, where cool the brooklets play. Lie buried those who perished in the fray, The shaded woodlands watchful vigils keep, And guard with solemn silence those who sleep ; The summer's leaves lie scattered on the ground. Till vvinter wraps its winding-sheet around. Or glowing autumn sheds its crimson leaves. And o'er each grave a victoi's fillet weaves ; The incense-breathing pine fiends low its head, And nature sings a requiem for the dead. ^Louisburg was so stronRl^ fortified as to be called the America." nee Murdoch'o Hist. N.S., vol. ii. Dunkirk oi ->*<:^^k InnpEeig ^91q) Hei^yQieS- [A Fraomknt from the Georoich, Bk. iv.] Fate's unrelenting vengeance still pursues, And thou, thy heinous guilt must yet atone^ t'or Orpheus remission will iefuse, — The Fates except, lull pardon his alone, — While yet the loss he mourns of ravished queen ; She headlong rushed adown the river's bank, Nor viewed the snare hid by earth's mantle green/ Which coiled itself beneath the grasses rank. And kept a watchful guard among the mosses dank. Now full-voiced Dryads shriek, and tnountainto])!^ Re-echo with the shrill, Rhodopo weeps, !I i- from her rocky side the current stops, Till answering to her cry, the Pangean steejts, With Rhesus, and the Orithyian mounts. Dark Hebrus, and the race of Scythian fame. Shed bitter tears, and new re-ope their founts ; Nor yet the echoes cease, but e'er the same, As though they s6uglit to swell the anguish with her name. When ui)ward slants the beam of morning sun. Or burns in fiery heat with mid-day blaze ; Or when the twilight faint its course has run, And deepening shadows dim the gloomy maze ; With soundinfi' shell Orpheus sings of his love, And tunes his lyre to her beauteous charms; Despising not within the disnuil grove To bra.e Plutonian guards or hell's alarms. And swell symphonic sweets in jtlacc of force of arms, :^0 feut list ! what magic Houiids swell on the breezti \ Harmonious heaven breathes forth it8 dulcet chords t Responaive wake the echoes of the trees, And mute with wonder stand th' infernal hordes X)i Hitting manes— phantoms of the dead ; Erebus issues forth its ceaseless throng, And wedded maids to death's lianil doubly wed, With shades of gallant heroes troop along "to list the Orphean lyre, and wonder at the song. ;Vhat dangers oft has mortal valour braved, To rescue nymphs unwillingly detained! How lovers oft have wept and oftener raved With mad desir i d(^ep felt,-not lightly feigned !-- What dee.ls heroic planned ! Thus Orpheus stung To madd'ning quic^ the fierce desire did feel. Nor soothed hin-.self with notes from lyre rung> But passed Plutonian guards his woe to heal, While stopped the magic circliug of Ixion's wheel. happy Fates to grant a prayer so blest.! Proserpina restores Eurydice, But with the boon condition full expressed, The which fulfilled, the maiden shall be free. Nor difficult the task : the while the maid With eager tread his footsteps follows fa .. As follows night the dim of evening shade, Until Hell's outer portals he has passed, To her nor lingering look, n<.r glance of love be cast m. But vain the task, for nearing verge of light, —[Forgot the Fates' decree— a glance he takes,] A vision's feast of momentary sight. And thus unwittingly his compact breaks. Thrice dismal groans swell from th' Avernian lake \ The Fates, whose favour he had lately sought, Revoke their late decree. Their clamours wake The hollow caves, wh6'-e, echoing soun t caught, And yx'.oou weeps Eurydice with grief disti at. June tn And tliU8 Eurj'dice : " Unhapp^ me ! Lies ruptured now the niaj^ic potent spell, Orpheus no more alas ! his bride will see, Once more I feol nw sinking back to Hell ; And see! the Fates recall with stern conmiaLj, Oblivious sleep usurps my waking eyes, Fi rewell ! Farewell ! Death's unrelenting hand Biars me unwilling back, nor heeds my sighs, But darkness deep o'ershades as when the daylight dies.' She spake, and vanished in the dreadful gloom, As shadows fade when sinks the primal light, While Orpheus sorrowing raounis his bitter doom. And vaiidy grasps the flitting shades of night. In vain his lyre the echoing caverns tills With mournful melody. The wooded dells, And raveniiu; beasts, ♦^he enraptured music thrills. They dance attendance, as its sweetness swells Its echoes, lingering o'er the distant moors and fells. Kor loves nor Hymen's joys his hope could heal. And thus he bends his steps to northern clime, Where frozen fields the chilling frosts reveal. And nature veils her face in wintry rime. "With cold neglect he scorns the sacred rites. Despising Pluto's gifts, bewail? his fate, And scorns the pleasures felt of vain delights ; But cursed his folly, now alas too late, Which he by unrelenting will must expiate. . .^gean Hebrus rolls adown his tide. Where Thracian maids their nightly revels keep. And Orpheus slain, his limbs are scattered wide O'er fen, and brake, and rugged mountain fteep. He plaintive weeps, and on the fitful flood Which bears its turbid tribute to the sea, With fainting voice mid current tream of blood Cries out, Eurydice ! Eurydice ! And echoing banks in turn invoke Eurydice. . June, 1883. sp^B B^T^B ^B T^pE Bl^BSpIT)«^5- in * The /rcshman folt timl and ill at ease, So he laid aside hi-' i'hv.>:ylaee. He dreamt of his home and his si ' ts fair. Their rippling laugh, and their golden hair. He dreamt of his brothers away on the sea. And the prayers that they r.aid at their mother's knee. He dreamt of his home by the side of the mill. And the gurgling brook that gurgles still. He dreamt of the lake near tUe village school. And the trout that k>aped in its placid pool. He dreamt of his swing 'neath the old elm trees, And the funeral fineech of Pericles. ^MI^^■^i^^^4 38 He (Ir^aint till his brain got into a whirl, And— whisper it not— he dreamt of his girl. And while he was dreaming the Juniors canif, In their hands was the bulls-eye's gleaming flamo. And a voice was heard which uttered, *' Jim, You toss him out while I hold the glim. " A?\d then thcif fame a terril)le shock, And the old atone College v.as felt to rock. And the Seniors asked what the row was for, While Fidele barked loud in the corridor. And the liemlish yell, and the m^ampering feet. Showed the Juniors were making a safe retreat. The Freshman lay i)rone on his bed room mats. Groping nis way mid the ohi bed-slats. Next morn he tells the adveuturous tale, To a crow'l of his cijss-matea, startled and pale^ For a Freshman's sorrow, a Freshman's care, Can only cease with the Freshman year. November, 1883. ^pB I|B^IiI9(i f R f pB S(|ibbB©B ]i>Ehh. t I When the merry like lecture bell doth peal, How it brings each anxious student Woe or weal ! How its quivering echoes fall upon each laggard student's ear, As he passes To his classes, 'Mid the hurry, din, and scurry of the first and second year. How I love to hear its noble matin peal, Noble peal ! As its fitful echoes sweetly, softly steal To awake each slumbering chap, From his morning's precious nap. To trip alon^ the corridor 'mid cold that would congeal The fastest blood that ever flowed through veins of Arctic seal ! How we rustle, And we bustle, And with towel, comb, and brush, we have A momentary tussle, Ere within the sacred portals at the .*1 tar-steps we kneel ! How I love to hear its noble matin peal ! m. 1 How I hate to hear its horrid lecture peal ! Horrid peal ! How from the eye of lecturer myself would I conceal. For my niind is in a turmoil, and my brain is in a reel. And my boots have not been blackened, and my slippers Minus heel ! And my lectures are not half prepared ; how wretchedly I feel ! And I promise to be better, Breaking evory slavish fetter, To the stern Professor's plaintive, sad appeal ! 35 How I iove tu hear its welcome dinner peal ! Welcojine peal ! What longing memorios of the past its clanging tones reveal 5 How we jostle and we joke, At each other fun we i>oke, Our spirits all elated ere we hear the hnal stroke Of its peal ! And the pudding's resurrection, Raises quite an insurrection, And the junior upward tu-ns his nose, and mutters " What a meal I" While Raba with his dext'rous hands :'nanipulates the steel ! H' ,v I iove to hear its welcome dinner peal .' How I love to hear its solentn vesper peal ! Solemn peal '. How sweetly through the balmy air its hallowed echoes steal ! And we leave the noise and riot, Seeking })eace and holy quiet. Ere in the chapel once again adoringly we kneel. And high we raise our notes of praise, our spirits' louu aj»i)eal, And the blessings of the white-robed priest our Saviour's ble-ssingv^ seal ! How my soul, my inward ear Is thrilled with rapture, when I hear The ble.ssing-breathing, solenin vesper peal ! f^' m f pB 8f 5Q f B ^pB 8^. b^WI^B^^E. ?^i Oh, the Briton may boast of his sea-girded isle, And the Scotchman may boast of his highlands, And Erin, green-sodded, may calmly look on. And claim to be chief of these ishuids ; Bnt let them dispute, it is nothing to me, Let them show for each other abhorrence, Their rivers are brooklets, their streams are all dry, Comi>ared with the mighty St, Lawrence. v\ ."'4 m The Severn's high 1 lis, or the green slopes of Shannon, May reflect in their rivers their glory ; The Thames may sweep by with its barge-laden tide. Or the Tweed may tell border-land story ; They may ripple ond dance and make love to the lUshes, That skirt their gay shores with the willows, But none are more happy, more welcome than I, When I mix with old ocean's blue billows. They may sing of the Rhine with its castles moss-covere TPE Gng^QQmE. I. Where Egypt's river Hoods its bank, wliero streams the saored Niif Among the ruslies tall and rank, there lived a crocodile. Well read was he in all the loie of Pharaoh'." ancient land, He studied nature on the shore, and on the shining strand, " Fetch me six hundred sturdy men," he heard Lord Wolseley say, "From far Canadian rocky glen, from distant Saguenay. ^ " Six hundred boatmen tried and true, from 'neath Quebec's high walls, From 'neath Canadian skies so blue, t' ascend the Nile's steep falls. "This mighty river rushing free, past fields of waving corn, ^V ith merry shouts of mirthful glee, my men shall laugh to scorn. " By Egypt's ancient gods I swear, with men so true and tried, The Sphinx will grin from ear to ear, as up the Nile we glide, " No lazy Londoners for me, no Cockney watermen, We'll sing along the banks so free, ' Five la Canadienne.' " II. From out his watery hiding ])lace, forth looked the crocodile. He saw Lord Wolseley's boastful face, he saw his boastful smile, III. Six moons had filled, six moons had waned, o'er Egypt's plain of sam And of six hundred, there remained but one of all that band. For dire want, and scorching sun, and native tricks and wiles, Had sent the victims one by one to feed the crocodiles. Km 45 IV. Hut DHL' rciuaiued, and as he jdicil lii.s paddli; to the sea, Tilt! aged crocodile di >] ■! I i I C IVrlttcn at the time of the great meeting in London, 1880.) Mks. Brown, loquitur : Well ! if tliem ain't the (jueerestest ways, into wliicli them ere Methodys gettin', With their conference, synods, and meetin's, an' as prond as a hen what is settin' ; With their giand CEcunienical Council, which I sees a paradin' in papers. An' discussin' of ritual reasons, an' liturgy, altars, and tapers ! Which it conies to ray niind, an' of course, it is reason as how it should come, Because all the p'ints of their compass shows to me, as well as to some Which is talkin', an' spoutin', and shoutin,' and bracin' their main- stays a- tauter, And makin' ridic'lous shows of themselves, to the good people over the water. Mrs. Jones she was in for to see me, (Mrs. .Tone is a Baptis', she is,) And she sez to me " Betsy, my darlin', just hear how them Methodys lizz. And talk of their Cath'lic principles, for all like them Ritualist people, What goes in for higher religion, and stic ks a big cross oti the steeple." "Don't slur on them Ritualist people, Mrs. Jones," sez I, feelin' like mad, "For my old man Brown is a High Church, an' there's no better man to be had ; An' although 1 am plain Church of England, an' always was brought up as sich, I sticks up for them kind of people, what tries to make God's House look rich ; An' tries to make things look a-pleasant, an' lives up to what they believes, An goes an' looks arter tlie poor folks, an' gives them most all they receives." You see she had almost forgotten, an' she thought I'd ha' taken her part Mi 51 880.) tliem ere .1 3.M a hen [•aradin' in era ! as how it I as to some their main- people over tis', she is,) 1 Methodys alist people, he steeple." 'Z I, feelin' better man vas brought Jod's House I what they nost all thcj/ a' taken her Agin our Church an' Her doctrines, an' I'm glad that I shet her up smart. Because 1 am Low Church, and Brown is as High Church as High Church can be. We both belongs to the one Church, an' on that p'int we always agree, So what is the use of'a-fussin', as long as we're upright an' staunch. We are all sittin' under the Church tree, though Brown he prefers the High branch. P)ut of all the conceitedest things, which it ever my lot was to see. Is the grand CEcumenical Council. Whew ! it quite takes the breath out of me To pronounce sich a word as that ere, although I should like to hear tell. How many of them what is iu it, just knows that same word how to spell. An' what is the good of a Council, when th'.nr doctrines aie kept in the dark, An' for fear of a-hittin' wrong targets, they all shoot away from the mark ? An' it's a caution to me, Betsy Blown, which it makes my blood boil for to see, That they're tryin' to lop off the branches of our own Anglo-Catholic tree ; An' talkin' of our divisions, as if our Church would be wrecked. Although there are twenty-six species of their own Methodistical sect. All steerin' in diffrent directions, of rudder and conijiass bereft, Until of the original vessel, not a single oak plank will be left. " Catholic Principles " is it ? They're mighty high-toned in their talk, Yet it seems to me mighty ridic'lous that the Catholic path they won't walk. They may talk jest as much as they pleases, but talk never made a thing done. They must act up to Catholic doctrine, if the Catholic race they would run. An' live up to teachin's of Wesley, an' return to the Church what they left. An' we both would be one, an' progress by the weight of our mutual heft, liut I knows that I've got to stop short, because I must go into town. So I hope they will take the advice of Your faithful old friend, BET.SY BUOWN. *s^W^^p^PSF«?lKfw'WWa*T li: ''4 I* ran Bi^BD jiein^^i^y. "Dead? What! Burnaby dead " ? The agonised cry Ran over all England. And o'er the wide ocean The sad tidings Hashed, that 'mid battle's commotion, And clashing of steel, 'neath Egypt's dark sky, Fred had yielded with brave and true soldier's devotion His life for his country ! " What ! Burnaby dead ? " The pride of the clubs ? Our jovial Fred ? " The hero of Khiva" ? With tremulous breath Men told to each otlier how Fred met his death. Not at home, with the sweet smile of wife or of mother To sooth the last hours of life, but another Face, glaring at his, black Avith passion ; And while scores of wild Arabs around him were yelling. His broadsword was doing its duty, and felling Foe after foe, in battle's tierce fashion. Yes ! Burnaby's dead ! " And how did he die " ? " Died with his hand an the throat of the foe ; No craven heart his, no fear in his eye ! And they found him on top of a heap ; while below Him, twenty dead Arabs lay, pierced by his steel ; And twenty more still might have joined them, for he Was just getting used to it, scorning to see Those skulking behind him ! A blow, and a reel, A stab in the neck and 'twas all up with Fred ; He fell on the heap his own hand had made, — dead" ! And these words to Old England his comrades wrote : " j^e died with his grip on the enemy's throat " ? Oh England ! What boots it these vict'iies to thee. When the blood of thy noblest sons stain the sand Of the battle-field ? And all over the land Mothers weep for their sons, whom they no more shall see ? When Time's muffled roll-call shall summon the dead. Who in life made grim war their adopted profession ; As you scan these old worthies march by in procession, In the front rank of all, if you look, you'll see Fred. Petitcodiac, N. B., February 2nd, 1885. ion lier he ion.