The Northerns, not so blest as thee, At Aby Lincoln’s foot may fall, While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish fierce and free, The whip, that makes the Nigger bawl, Rule Slaveownia, Slaveownia rules, and raves “Christians ever, ever, ever should have slaves.” Thou, dully savage, shalt despise Each freeman’s argument, or joke: Each law that Congress, that Congress thought so wise, Serves but to light thy pipes for smoke. Rule Slaveownia, Slaveownia rules, and raves “Christians ever, ever, ever must have slaves.” And Trade, that knows no God but gold, Shall to thy pirate ports repair: Blest land, where flesh――where human flesh is sold, And manly arms may flog that _air_, Rule Slaveownia, Slaveownia rules, and raves “Christians ever, ever, ever shall have slaves.” SHIRLEY BROOKS, 1861. ―――― HOME-RULE HIBERNIA! When Faction at the De’il’s command Arose within the Em’rald Isle, This was the chorus through the land, And traitors sang it in this style: Home Rule, Hibernia! Britannia her rule waives! Britons ne’er shall make us slaves. The Scotchmen not so blest as thee, Put up with Richmond at Whitehall, Whilst thou, with flourish fierce and free, Wilt have Home Rule, or none at all. Home Rule, Hibernia! Britannia her rule waives! Britons ne’er shall make us slaves. Still more cantank’rous shalt thou rise More dreadful from each Parnell stroke, Till Commerce from the country flies, And all thy native banks are broke. Home Rule, Hibernia! Britannia her rule waives! Britons ne’er shall make us slaves. Thee haughty Viceroys ne’er shall tame, All their attempts to rub thee down Will but arouse the “pathriot’s” flame, And work their woe, but thy renown. Home Rule, Hibernia! Britannia her rule waives! Britons ne’er shall make us slaves. To thee belongs red Terror’s reign; Thy cities shall with arson shine; All thine be the shillelah’s bane, And every head it circles thine. Home Rule, Hibernia! Britannia her rule waives! Britons ne’er shall make us slaves. Thee Furies, oft in Erin found, To thy unhappy coast repair; Green Isle, with matchless folly crown’d. And hearts that blackguard all that’s fair. Home Rule, Hibernia! Britannia her rule waives! Britons ne’er shall make us slaves. _Moonshine._ January 2, 1886. ―――― IMPERIUM ET LIBERTAS. Competition Parodies in _The World_. _First Prize._