And the winner of the 'Guineas' and the Derby proudly whinnies Whene'er the Opposition has a fall. I've a small estate at Hawarden, with a nice old-fashioned garden, I've a pair of carriage-horses and a cob; And I con my classic folios far from Parliament's im broglios, Unembarrassed by the mandate of the mob. and wide for its noble halls and beautiful gardens. . . . Lord Rosebery's is essentially a dairy farm. . . . The dairy is . . . provocative of admiration, with its Elizabethan architecture. . . . In the centre is a marble fountain. . . . . On the wooden shelves is a good deal of china, chiefly in Dresden and other fine ware. The orchard is under the jurisdiction of Mr. J. Smith, who has fifty gardeners and labourers under his direction.'--From The Prime Minister as Farmer,' Westminster Gazette, April 25, 1894. DE CONTINENTIA NON ebur neque aureum Mea renidet in domo lacunar, Non trabes Hymettiæ Premunt columnas ultima recisas Africa, neque Attali Ignotus heres regiam occupavi, Nec Laconicas mihi Trahunt honestæ purpuras clientæ : At fides et ingeni Benigna vena est, pauperemque dives Me petit; nihil supra Deos lacesso nec potentem amicum AD CRESUM CHICAGINENSEM No staircase of marble, no ceiling By Tadema painted, are mine; My spoons are unworthy of stealing, No millionaire ever bequeathed me The tithe of his riches untold, Nor has any Tracy enwreathed me, Like Dizzy, with laurels of gold No, mine is an intellect spacious, A record unsullied by blame, And even Carnegie is gracious Enough my acquaintance to claim F Largiora flagito Satis beatus unicis Sabinis. Truditur dies die, Novæque pergunt interire lunæ. Tu secanda marmora Locas sub ipsum funus et sepulcri Immemor struis domos Marisque Baiis obstrepentis urges Summovere litora, Parum locuples continente ripa. Quid, quod usque proximos Revellis agri terminos et ultra Limites clientium Salis avarus? Pellitur paternos In sinu ferens deos Et uxor et vir sordidosque natos. Heav'n's bounty for naught I importune, Supremely content with my fortune, Though time, like Niagara speeding, New palaces hastes he to rear. Or, craving a keener emotion Than life on the mainland supplies, He scours o'er the surface of ocean In yachts of extravagant size. Nay more if he thinks that his shooting The huts of the husbandmen spoil, He never refrains from uprooting Poor tenants by scores from the soil : |