The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1902-03-30
The Cats Answer.

ESinCe Rudyard h1pllIlS pu'iAs AINl
1.-THE Islanders there have oeen mahy
of the name until the following appeared
in the London Starr
Fenced by our pa tient fathers, rlngeds by
our peaceful seas,
Long did we wake in quiet, and long l1e
down at ease,
Till you said Of Strife: Where is
of the Sword: LET it flash again!'
II, Won made a god Of wanton war ana
an idol of armed men,
We stopped our ears to the warning-wa
would neither look nor heed
We set our hate above our laws, and our
lust above our need
Because of our witness rancor, ana our
ptiless pride of race,
wo grudged our brothers freedom, and
our friends resting-place
You clustered and Dragged and beloved,
and we paid when you babe US
pay
But where are the fifty thousand men
that you twanged to Table Bay?
For soon were the Judgments loosened,
soon was our shame revealed,
At the hands of a little people, few but
apt in the field.
Though now they are only a remnant
(and Miner has started his Starry
You ask for more of our millions and
more of our flesh or war.
Sons you would tear from their mothers,
lads from their lasses sweet,
And brush them under the wheels of war
like the dust and dirt of the street.
And what did you look they should COM
pass? Glory that fades like a
breath,
Glory to Gold in the highest at the price
of a brothers death?
So! And we asked: rs it glory to ho1-
low the veldt with graves,
And fn b,1ild y fri15ei =er1rira on a
backs of beaten slaves?''
But you said: 1.-THE war is over;' but
you said: ."rhe end is come
And We swallowed the locus of Hatfield,
we swallowed lie of Brum.
Then we returned to our vomit, then we
contended our souls
With the kipling fools at the pothouse
and the rldyard OATS at the polls.
Given to strong delusion, wholly be-
leiving a lie,
We saw that the war was not over, and
we let the months go by.
Waiting some easy wonder; hoping some
saving signs,
Cheated-openly cheated-for the sake Of
the Sacred Mines.
Cheated-and sick of your Boosting, ali.
what is your boasting worth,
When the ink you fling is a blotch Of
blood on the rotting Earth!
It was not made with mountains: it Is
uolaoHe Win tn6 deep,
Fools and OATS devised it. Fools and
OATS must keep.
Fools, not men, belaud you, OATS, not
men, adore,
How should men applaud you, o Lau-
reate Of Gore?
Spring is in the land. The blood is
tL;: swing out and courses faster; the sap
is 1unning UP and awakening the trees
and shrubs; one can see the grass grow
The poet with his rhapsody is upon us
Early samples show good quality, like
the following from the Era:
1t is the spring, the Lutte that Is her voice
Thrills thro' the land, and bids the earth
rejoice;
The unclaimed rillsf in new gained free
dom leap,
NY heart comes carolling from out its
sleep
4 II is the spring
At the time Mr. Frank Norris ..,rhe
Octopus appeared some critics declared
III. . ,..s.ttfl Vi S. Behrman,f who was
s.to thered in a grain chute, was improb-
.nl.:e. Now comes the account s. OF pre-
sc:sely similar accident, which happened
recently to Thomas Allen, a laborer in
sylvester Brothers elevator, u in Toronto.
lie fell asleep on the edge s{of "a z, 800
bus hcl bin.g and when the trap was open
set: sud- enly he was drawn N. The last
issue OF Appleton's Annual sCydopedia.;
by tho way, decides that s Mr.. M rris'