Vote not, vote not for me, I pray, There’s fatal weakness in your vaunted powers, My foes will laugh, my friends will slink away Soon as they hear that you are one of ours. Vote not! Vote not! Vote not for me! Oh, keep your word to Wild, ’Twill serve me better than if faith you broke, I knew the value of your hate, and smiled, But, oh! to have you for me is no joke! Vote not! Vote not! Vote not! Vote not! Oh, warning vainly given; Oh, why be generous at another’s cost? Against your vote alone I might have striven, But when you used your influence all was lost. He votes! all’s lost! From _Poems of a Life_, by Lord Sherbrooke (Robert Lowe.) ――――:o:―――― SOME DAY. (_Music by Milton Wellings._) A PARODY. We know not when the day shall be; We know not how the cost to meet; What sites to choose, should all agree; Or will our plans work when complete. It may not be till years have passed, Till crowded hordes plague sweeps away. Debate is long――but, poor, at last Our wordy wars may end――Someday. Someday, Someday, Someday we shall house you, Though we know not when or how; though we know not when or how; Tories first, Tories first――first have said they’d house you; Think of this, Vote for us now, good artisans, Vote for us now. We cared not once your woes to hear, Nor how you died, nor how you live; But now election time grows near, Your votes to us we’d have you give; And when we’re in, Someday, Someday, Streets wider grown, well built, you’ll see; And ev’ry man, new quartered, may Have first-rate rooms, almost rent free. Someday, Someday, Someday we shall house you, Though we know not when or how; though we know not when or how; Tories first, Tories first――first have said they’d house you; Think of this, Vote for us now, good artisans, Vote for us now. REPEALER. _Truth._ November 15, 1883. ――――:o:―――― STRANGERS NOW. (After “Strangers yet” by R. Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton.) Set to Music by Claribel. Years of chequered life together, Days of fair and stormy weather, Hours of toil and weary pain, Moments of eternal gain―― All are gone――we know not how And have left us strangers now! Words that flowed to lighten care, Thoughts which others could not share Hopes too bright for mortal eyes, Prayers for wisdom from the skies,―― All have ceased――we know not how And have left us strangers now!