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He, too, was here, the Giant Child,
Tender, magniloquent, and wild,
Whose lure lay light on lochs and streams;
Whose prose or weeps, or glooms, or gleams,
As shower and shadow flit in turn
O'er moor and tarn and benn and burn;

VOL. CLXV.-NO. M.

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Whose Crutch fell heavier than he knew
On laurelled crest or Cockney crew,-
The mighty Christopher: beside him,
He that “fules feared” whene'er they spied him,

The Scorpion of the loyal heart,
Who saw youth, love, and friends depart,
Bearing dark sorrows in his breast,
Yet held his own and broke his jest, -
Crowned, as I deem, all men above,
At once with Scott's and Carlyle's love!

With them The Shepherd : never plaid
Of shepherd wrapped so strange a lad.
Second alone was he to him
Who turns all peasant glories dim.
Oh kindly heart and random tongue !
That erst of fair Kilmeny sung,
And taught how dreadfully he died,
The Sinner, Lost and Justified,
And tuned to rhyme and told in prose
The fortunes of the Fallen Rose,--

These were our Fathers : truly we
Scarce better men may boast to be!

A. LANG.

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Noctes Ambrosianæ.

No. LXXII.

ΧΡΗ ΔΕΝ ΣΥΜΠΟΣΙΩ ΚΥΛΙΚΩΝ ΠΕΡΙΝΙΣΣΟΜΕΝΑΩΝ
HAEA KOTIAAONTA KAOHMENON OINOIIOTAZEIN.

Σ.

PHOC, ap. Ath.
[This is a distich by wise old Phocylides,
An ancient who wrote crabbed Greek in no silly days ;
Meaning, “ 'TIS RIGHT FOR GOOD WINEBIBBING PEOPLE,
NOT TO LET THE JUG PACE ROUND THE BOARD LIKE A CRIPPLE ;
BUT GAILY TO CHAT WHILE DISCUSSING THEIR TIPPLE.
An excellent rule of the hearty old cock tis-
And a very fit motto to put to our Noctes.]

C. N.

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SceneThe Blue Parlour, Gabriel's Road, Elysium. Time-Eight

o'clock. Tea, coffee, and the materialson the table.

NORTH.

THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD,

TICKLER

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SHEPHERD, I'll thank ye, Mr North, to rax us ower the Scotsman whenever ye're dune wi' it.

NORTH.
Take it, James; take it. You'll not find much news in it to-
day. "Tuberculosis and Milk," h'm, h'm. “ The Crisis in the
Whisky Trade,” h’m, h’m. But have the London papers not
come in yet?

SHEPHERD (politely).
Alloo me, sir, if ye please. [Jumps up and pulls bell vigorously.

Enter TAPPYTOORY with a large bundle of newspapers which he deposits on the table, and exit.

NORTH.
Here they are at last. Well, well, James, they may talk of the
improvements of civilisation and the progress of the age, but I
gravely doubt if Charon, Limited, be half as punctual as the old
boy used to be before his conversion-into a company. Of all the
infernal

SHEPHERD.
Hooly an' fairly, Mr North, hooly an' fairly. Ye suldna use
sic awfu' language.
NORTH (rising solemnly and shaking his crutch for five

minutes by the clock at the SHEPHERD).
If I thought, James, that the pun was intentional, your pow
and this stick would soon become better acquainted.

SHEPHERD (with an air of innocence). Me mak' a pun, Mr North ? H’ard onybody iver the like o’ that!

NORTH (resuming seat). Take warning, O presumptuous Shepherd, and let me continue. Where was I? Ah! those infernal companies. Since the promotion of the Glenmutchkin Railway there has been no such fever of speculation as in the last few years; though I question if there is much which your modern promoter could have taught to Bob M'Corkindale and Augustus Reginald Dunshunner. They knew most of the moves on the board half a century ago; for people forgot then as they forget now that, after all, what counts in a business is the personal element. Personal energy and personal interest are half the battle. Thank heaven, Picardy still keeps his tavern in his own hands. Confound your “managing directors," say I. Give me mine host, and let him strive by strict attention to business to merit a continuance of that esteemed patronage which

SHEPHERD, A noble sentiment, sir, beautifully expressed. There's no' twa ways aboot it. As for me, I didna mak' verra muckle o' the fairming up-bye thonder, but gif I had been working no’ for my ain gudewife an' bairns, but for a wheen ither fouk wha caredna twa straes aboot hillside or headrigg, plough or pasture, an' were aye jist wantin'“ oot” theirsels at a primmium an' to lat in some ither buddy in their place—think ye, Mr North, I wad hae wrocht my hardest ? Think ye I wad hae risen airly an' lain doon late for the likes o’ thon? Na, na, sir; deil the fears o't.

NORTH.
Conceive, James, of Maga as a company, limited !

SHEPHERD.
Wi' Maister Weel’um “to jine the brodd after allotment”!
Haw! haw! haw!

NORTH. Ha! ha! ha! ha!

SHEPHERD. Ay, an' aiblins sell’n a number owre the coonter for a bawbee doon an' a promise to pay nine-an-fifty mair instalments per mensem! Ho! ho !

NORTH. Not forgetting, James, a handsome bookcase, made of the same wood as this crutch, to hold the priceless treasure. На ! ha! ha!

SHEPHERD. But there maun be a speecial byuck - case, a' studded wi’ di’monds an' ither sorts o' jew'llery, to dae justice to the thoosan'th number. Ye'll no hae forgotten, sir, that it'll be oot in Febrwary?

NORTH. Forget, my dear Shepherd ? As soon could a mother forget her child, or you Bonny Kilmeny.

SHEPHERD. Or Mr North the Isle o' Pawms.

NORTH. And therefore, James, I propose to tip you a stave of my own composing in honour of the great occasion. Do you and Mr Tickler give me a hearty chorus.

TICKLER. Hrmmph! Wawawawrmmph!

SHEPHERD. Gude guide us, Mr North, but Southside's been reposin' in the airms o' Murphy for the last quarter o' an 'oor! (Fortissimo.) Wake up, Mr Tickler, sir, an' gie's a haun' in the chorus to Mr North’s braw new sang aboot Maga !

TICKLER (waking up, rubbing eyes, yawning, &c.) Eh? Bless me, what's the matter, gentlemen ? Ah-h-h! A chorus, say you ? By all means.

[Clears throat, and pulls himself together.

NORTH.

Here goes then, gentlemen.

MAGA: AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG.

I.

A thousand moons have waxed and waned,

And fourscore years have rolled,
Since Maga first o'er mortals reigned

With Ebony the bold.
An ill-starred day was that, I ween,

For dúnce, and knave, and fool ;
What drivelling clique durst even squeak

Beneath her righteous rule ?

Chorus
Then fill me a bumper and push round the bowl!

For from forty-five George Street to far Wagga-wagga
No quack or pretender from sternness shall bend her,

Or roll the loud log with the sanction of Maga.

II.

She soon took up for Church and King

Her parable with zest,
And to th' unequal fight did bring

Invective, reason, jest.

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