MOIRA O'NEILL.

LOOKIN' BACK

Wathers o' Moyle an' the white gulls flyin',
Since I was near ye what have I seen?
Deep great seas, an' a sthrong wind sighin'
Night an' day where the waves are green.
Struth na Moile, the wind goes sighin'
Over a waste o' wathers green.

Slemish an' Trostan, dark wi' heather,
High are the Rockies, airy-blue;
Sure ye have snows in the winter weather,
Here they're lyin' the long year through.
Snows are fair in the summer weather,

Och, an' the shadows between are blue !

Lone Glen Dun an' the wild glen flowers,
Little ye know if the prairie is sweet.
Roses for miles, an' redder than ours,
Spring here undher the horses' feet.
Ay, an' the black-eyed gold sunflowers,—
Not as the glen flowers small an' sweet.

Wathers o' Moyle, I hear ye callin'

Clearer for half o' the world between, Antrim hills an' the wet rain fallin'

Whiles ye are nearer than snow-tops keen ; Dreams o' the night an 'a night-wind callin'What is the half o' the world between ?

H. NEWBOLT.

THE FIGHTING TÊMÊRAIRE

It was eight bells ringing,

For the morning watch was done,
And the gunner's lads were singing
As they polished every gun.
It was eight bells ringing,

And the gunner's lads were singing,
For the ship she rode a-swinging,
As they polished every gun.

Oh to see the linstock lighting,
Téméraire ! Téméraire !

Oh! to hear the round shot biting,
Téméraire ! Téméraire !

Oh! to see the linstock lighting,
And to hear the round shot biting,
For we're all in love with fighting
On the Fighting Téméraire.

It was noontide ringing,

And the battle just begun, When the ship her way was winging, As they loaded every gun,

Is was noontide ringing,

When the ship her way was winging, And the gunner's lads were singing

As they loaded every gun.

There'll be many grim and gory,

Téméraire ! Téméraire !

There'll be few to tell the story,
Téméraire ! Téméraire !

There'll be many grim and gory,
There'll be few to tell the story,
But we'll all be one in glory
With the Fighting Téméraire.

There's a far bell ringing.
At the setting of the sun,
And a phantom voice is singing
Of the great days done,
There's a far bell ringing,
And a phantom voice is singing
Of renown for ever clinging
To the great days done.

Now the sunset breezes shiver,

Téméraire

Téméraire !

And she's fading down the river,
Téméraire ! Téméraire !

Now the sunset breezes shiver,
And she's fading down the river,
But in England's song for ever
She's the Fighting Téméraire.

1

Hari Chunder Mukerji, pride of Bow-Bazar, Owner of a native press, Barrister at Lar, Waited on the Government with a claim to

wear

Sabres by the bucketful, rifles by the pair. Then the Indian Government, winked a wicked wink,

Said to Chunder Mukerji :-" Stick to pen and ink,

They're the safest implements :—but if you insist,

We will let you carry arms wheresoe'er you list."

Hari Chunder Mukerji went to Rodda's, and Bought the tubes of Lancaster, Ballard, Deane and Bland,

Bought a shiny bowie-knife, bought a townmade sword,

Jingled like an ekka-horse when he went abroad.

But the Indian Government, always keen to please,

Also gave parwanas to horrid men like these ;

Yar Mahomed, Yusufzai, down to kill or steal,

Chimbu Singh from Bikanir, Tantia the Bhil.

Killa Khan the Marri Chief, Jowar Singh the

Sikh,

Nabbi Baksh, Punjabi Jât, Abdul Huq Rafiq

(He was a Wahábi) lastly little Boh Hla-Oo Took advantage of the Act and . . . a Snider too.

...

They were unenlightened men, Rhodda's knew them not,

They procured their swords and guns mostly on the spot;

And the lore of centuries, plus a hundred [rights. Made them slow to disregard one another's

fights,

Nabhi Baksh, Punjabi Jât, found a hidebound flail,

Chimbu Singh from Bikanir, oiled his Tonk Jezail,

with glee,

Yar Mahomed, Yusufzai, spat and smiled [Khyberee. As he ground the butcher-knife of the Jowar Singh the Sikh secured tulwar, quoit

Abdul Huq, Wahábi, took his peshkalz1 from its place

And amid the jungle-grass, danced and grinned and jabbered,

Little Boh Hla-Oo jerked his dah-blade from the scabbard.

1 Knuckledusters.