AD POSTREMUM GENGULPHUM AH, Ashmead, Ashmead! Waning fame Nor art nor eloquence can stay ; A dog, though hyphened be his name, Though up and down the country you You would not soothe the Marquess, who The common lot! We all at last Receive the inevitable sack The Jingo, the Iconoclast, The Peer, the Party Hack. Frustra cruento Marte carebimus Fractisque rauci fluctibus Hadriæ, Frustra per autumnos nocentem Corporibus metuemus Austrum : Visendus ater flumine languido Cocytus errans et Danai genus Infame damnatusque longi Sisyphus Æolides laboris. Linquenda tellus et domus et placens Uxor, neque harum, quas colis, arborum Te præter invisas cupressos Ulla brevem dominum sequetur. Absumet heres Cæcuba dignior Servata centum clavibus et mero Tinget pavimentum superbo, Pontificum potiore cœnis. In vain to murderous war you urge The armies of the Empress Queen, In vain her navies o'er the surge You steer to College Green : Below the gangway must you sit With Bartley, Hanbury, and Bowles ; A mark for journalistic wit, A butt for all the Souls. No Civil Lordship then for you; England, your love, will disappear; The North American Review Alone your cry will hear. Another patriot will arise, A bolder guardian of the Guelph, A coiner of more raucous cries, More blatant than yourself. AD GROSPHUM OTIUM divos rogat in patenti Prensus Ægæo, simul atra nubes Condidit lunam neque certa fulgent Sidera nautis ; Otium bello furiosa Thrace, Otium Medi pharetra decori, Grosphe, non gemmis neque purpura ve nale neque auro. Non enim gazæ neque consularis Summovet lictor miseros tumultus Mentis et curas laqueata circum Tecta volantes. 57 AD PRIMULAM VULGAREM CALM upon the broad Atlantic, tossed by billows fierce and frantic, Pallid passengers inordinately crave, As the angry ocean surges and the sire of Boanerges Cataclysmically merges cloud and wave. Calm it is that wan advisers of unconscionable Kaisers Unceasingly are striving to attain— Calm, the coveted of Chilians and belligerent Brazilians, Calm, that even Mackay's millions court in vain. For although your wealth be teeming far beyond a miser's dreaming, Though your lackeys have the lustre of Lord Mayors, Pomp affords no mitigation of the cankering vexation Of a democrat condemned to sit upstairs. |