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TO CERTAIN OF "THE FOURTH ESTATE." 241

Till good purpose banish'd thence
Gives its place to party rage;
Till your wisdom, wit, and worth,
Drown'd in calumnies and strife,
Change the noblest power on earth
To the meanest plague in life!

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If

truckle to the bad

By the good man's slander'd name;
ye make the wicked glad
Through religion put to shame;
If, instead of truth well sown,
Recklessly ye broadcast lies,

And with rumours bubble-blown
Cheat awhile our ears and eyes,—

It is but yourselves you cheat,

Cheat of honour, love, and trust,——

And you cut away your feet,

Like a Dagon in the dust;
All your strength is weakness then,
Lying as a Samson shorn,

Till the "public praise" of men

Comes to be their common scorn!

DEFENCE NOT DEFIANCE.

(A RIFLE SONG.)

NEARER the muttering thunders roll,
Blacker and heavier frowns the sky,—
Yet our dauntless English soul

Faces the storm with a steady eye;

Hands are strong, where hearts are stout,
Our rifles are ready-Look out!

No one wishes the storm to roll here,
No one cares such a devil to raise ;
And in brotherhood, not in fear,

Only for peace an Englishman prays; Yet he may shout in the midst of the rout, Our rifles are ready-Look out!

Keep to your own like an honest man,

And here's our hand, and here's our heart;

Let the world see how wisely you can

Play to the end a right neighbourly part; But, if mischief is creeping about,

Our rifles are ready-Look out!

No defiance is on our lips,

Nothing but kindliness greets you here; Still, in the storm our dolphin ships Round the Eddystone dart and steer; And on shore, no doubt, no doubt,

Our rifles are ready-Look out!

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COUNTRY LIFE.

Not defiance, but only defence

Hold we forth for humanity's sake; And, with the help of Omnipotence,

We shall stand when the mountains quake,Only in Him our hearts are stout,

Our rifles are ready-Look out!

EHEU! FUGACES.

THE flying years! the flying years!
How rapidly they wing away,-
With all their covey'd hopes and fears,
A mingled flock of grave and gay!

Look on the Past,—a dream, a dream

Of saddening thoughts and cloudy things;

Look at the Future,-does it seem

Less than a Fate with folded wings?

Look to the Present,-this indeed

Is worth our all of cost and care,

And daily bread for daily need
Is Wisdom's solitary pray'r.

COUNTRY LIFE.

I. AGAINST.

THINK not thou that fields and flowers,

Copses and Arcadian bowers,

Grow the crop of Peace :

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