We will send forth the men who will zealously toil To improve the condition of “sons of the soil,” Whose hearts beat with ours, who know what we feel―― The labouring masses who grind at the wheel. And men who are staunch to the cause they profess, Who will grapple each task to relieve our distress, Who can write on their banner――for ever unfurled―― “A prosperous country, at peace with the world!” JESSE H. WHEELER. _The Weekly Dispatch._ October 25, 1885. ―――― GLADSTONE’S POLICY. Arouse, men of England, the strife’s drawing near, Stand fast for the Right and the man we revere, ’Tis but justice we ask for our friends o’er the waves: Let Ireland be free, not a nation of slaves. _Chorus._ A fig for the Whigs, and for Salisbury’s men; They fear us already, Steady, boys, steady, For Ireland and Gladstone again and again! Seceders may sneer at the chief they betrayed, And boast how the game of the Tory they played; Let them stand, hand in hand, where Coercion’s in store, Their names will be scorned when themselves are no more. _Chorus._ We care not for Whigs nor for Salisbury’s men; They fear us already, Steady, boys, steady, For Ireland and Gladstone again and again! D. EVANS. _The Weekly Dispatch._ June 27, 1886. ―――― GLADSTONE’S MISTAKE. Awake, sons of Britain, don’t let it be said When comes the election that Reason was dead. ’Tis important to all that a measure so rash As Gladstone’s should speedily fall with a crash. _Chorus._ He’s made a mistake, though the greatest of men; The bill’s doomed already, Then, Will, pray be steady, You know you’ll be sorry again and again. Admirers of William, who cling to him strong, All seem to imagine he cannot do wrong; By sticking to him through this “mad-headed” plan Gives rise to the thought that they worship the “man,” _Chorus._ He’s made a mistake, so be honest, be men, The bill’s doomed already, Be up and ready; If not, you’ll repent it again and again. _The Weekly Dispatch._ July 4, 1886. ――――:o:―――― THE SKIPPER’S SONG. (Air――_Obvious_.)