The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1896-02-23

To soothe a civic wound. or keep II raw.
Re loyal, II you wish for wholesome rule'
Our ancient boast is this-we reverence
law
We stil were loyal in our widest fights,
Or. Loyalty disloyai. battled for our rights.
0 Grief and Shame. II while ! preach OF
laws
Whereby to guard our freedom from
offence
And trust an ancient manhood and the
or England and her wealth Of common
sense
There hang within the heavens a dark
disgrace,
Some vast Assyrian doom 20 burst upon
our race
feel the thousand cankers Of cur state.
fnin would shake their triple-folded
case.
The hogs. who can believe in nothing
cheering bcdriddcn in the down OF
Peace.
over ,he.r scrips and shares. their meats
and wine.
with stony smi-ks at all things human
and divine.
I honour much. : say. this mans appeal.
We drag so deep IN our commercial mire,
We move so lar from greatness that
feel
Execution 10 be character'd IN fire.
Who looks for Godlike Greatness hero
The British Goddess sleek Respectabllty.
Alas for her and all her small delights!
She feels not how the social frame IS
rack'd.
She loves little scandal which excites,
A little feeling IS n want Of tact.
For her there lie in wait millions OF foes
And yet the Not too much" IS all she
knows.
Poor soul! behold her, what decorous
calm
She. with her weekday worldliness SUI
Stands in her pew and huns her decent
With decent clippings at the name Of
Christ,
And she has moved on that smooth way
so long.
She hardly can believe that she shall SUI
fer wrong.
Alas. our church, alas. her growing IFS
And those who tolerate not her toler-
ance,
But needs must sell the burthen Of their
wills
To that half-pagan harlOt kept by
Free subjects OF the kindlest of all
thrones.
Headlong they plunge their doubts among
old rags and bones.
Alas, church-writers, alternating tribes
The vessel of your church may sink in
Christ cried Woe, woe to Pharisees and
Scribes:
Like them YOU bicker less for truth than
forms.
7 SORROW when read the things you write
What unheroic pertness! what unchristian
spite!
Alas our youth so clever yet so small
Thin dilottanti deep I'm natures plan,
Who make the emphatic one, by whom
is an.
An essence less concentrated than a
mani
Better Wild Mahmoud's war cry once
again,
o fools. we want manllke God and
Godlike men.
CO. frightful omens. Yet once more I
turn
TO you that mould mems thoughts. I
call on you
To make opinion warlikc. lest we learn
A sharper lesson than We ever knew.
I hear a thunder though tho skies are
fair.
But shril you loud and long, the warn
ing note-Prepare.
There was recently added 10 the Bri-
fish Museum curious autograph correc-
ton which Vennyson made 90 Maud.
written in his own hand i'm the first Am
crican edition Boston. Ticknor x Fields.
1900. At The end Of a section he adds q
stanza which appears I'm all the suisse
qunet editions. But his unsuccessful at
tempts are extremely interesting as indi-
cative OF the way I'm which his mind
worked. First ne wrote and drew his
pen through this;
Let it 30 or stay, so + walk henceforth
resigned
BY the light OF a love not lost. with
purer mind
And rejoice In my native land and am
one with my kind.
After crossing this out with a curve
and cross. he wrote in his fine, neat
hand.
And l rise from
So offer life half-lost with a better
mind
l embrace the purpose Of God and the
doom assiFn'd
And rejoice I'm my native land and am
one with my kind
II Will be noted that the punctuation
is largely omitted. though the fully cor
rected stanza which follows has most Of
the necessary marks. The final version,
which viii now be found J presume. the
regular edition Is as follows:
Let 1t flame or fade and the war roll
down like a wind.
We have proved We have hearts In a
cause We are noble still.
And myself have awaked as IL seems to
The better mind
II is better 10 fight for the good than 10
rail az the IN
have felt with my native land, am one
with my kind
! embrace the purpose OF God and the
doom essgn'G.
There are a number or other moro or
less interesting fragments which the noot
has not seen ft TO include IN his collect
ed works. and which ] fancy have not
been reprinted IN any American edition
i'm the catalogue Of the book sale Of the
late Mr.. Frederick Locker Lampson's IT,
brary are these two stanzas never includ-
30 in any printed edition of "The Talk
ing OAK
After the line. "From head TO ankle
fine" is the stanza:
A.lti.... pilirarfl tt,,c,t..f a.. I'LL.