Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands; For man is man and master of his fate. Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd; Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. ] [Footnote 2: A room for each man, and plenty of excellent provisions were amongst the inducements held out to the deluded victims who enlisted in the Papal Brigade to fight against Italian unity.] [Footnote 3: _Apropos_ of the clamorous meeting of the Clergy, in Freemason's Hall, December, 1868, the Archbishop of York in the Chair. 1439 votes were recorded at the division.] "THE VICTIM." NOT _by Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate_, (See _Good Words_, January 1, 1868). I. A plague upon the people fell, A plague of writers high and low, There were some wrote ill, and some wrote well, And the Novel, the Novel was all the go; But the people tired of what they admired, And they said to the Editors one and all, 'We have had enough of sensation stuff, So give us a change, be it great or small'-- And the Editors paled As they heard the throng-- What would you have of us? Poem or Song? Were it the queerest, Were it the dearest Money can purchase, We'll give you a Song. II. But still the plague spread far and wide, Bad novels were written and bought and read, In which handsome wives took their husbands' lives, And maidens behaved as if they were wed: So the people stormed and some of them swore, '"Good Words" they butter no parsnips, no; So give us a song, both sweet and strong, Or you or your magazines may go-- To Jericho!'-- Or was it Hong Kong? 'Were it the queerest, Were it the dearest, We'll give them a song.' III. The Editors went through 'The Men of the Time,' 'Including the Women,' with eager look, Through the men and women who dabble in rhyme, Whose names are inscribed in that golden book. 'Oh! who shall we get to sing to "the Beast"? To sing to the Beast a deathless song?'-- 'Till they came to Tupper, the great High Priest-- _Proverbially_ the worst of the throng. And their hearts exulted A moment or two:-- '_His_ were the queerest, But we've promised the _dearest_, Tupper won't do!' IV.