And each bereaved one fills The house with lamentations o’er his bills, With sorrow at the slaughter of his bills: Of his bills, bills, bills, bills, Bills, bills, bills, With sorrow at the slaughter of his bills. _Fun_, August 13, 1870. ――――:o:―――― THE FLUTE. Lo, the fluter, with his flute―― Grecian flute! How long the world has waited For its tantalising toot! “Unheard melodies are sweetest, Said the charming poet Keats; But our pleasure is completest When we hear them on the streets; Or sounding loud and shrill Through the homes of Murray-Hill―― On the heights of Murray-Hill Loud and shrill, Hear the flute, flute, flute, flute, Flute, flute, flute. That wicked _Broadway Journal_, Whose Editor infernal, Lets no trumpet but his own Through the market place be blown―― Had the chief not been carousing, Had the “Raven” not been drowsing, The world had not been waiting, Been waiting, all in vain, For that melancholy strain Of the flute flute―― In anxious expectation for the tintinnabulation Of the flute. _American Paper._ ――――:o:―――― THE CHIMES DONE IN RHYMES. AFTER POE AND NEWMAN Harken to the chimes That in these Sunday times, Ring out upon the air. From the lofty spire, Rising higher, higher, In great waves of sound Vibrating round and round, Calling out to prayer, And dropping iron blessings down, In sweetest music on this wicked town. We hear professor Pratt, Keen and clear G flat, And in each ring there seems to be, A “horse” cry of agony―― The tortured tones Of groans and moans―― A poor creature’s speechless agony, They rise and swell, Like cries from hell, Calling the faithful forth to solemn prayer Then came Schuyler―― Schuyler smiler, Schuyler smiler, How it rings and sings and swings, Vibrating on the ear, As if the hollow smile were set to music here. “Come ye Christians,” cryeth Schuyler, The soft political beguiler, “Come ye Christians, join with me In praises of the powers that be, For have we not a neat majority?” Just such praise in troubled days Of Our Savior; he would have cried, “The law should take its course, let him be crucified.”