When Chamberlain came on the stage, with precepts Communistic, I joined the crowd with him and Dilke, and other folks deistic. Propped up by them I kept my place and promised less taxation; Then straight sent up the Income Tax, and went for confiscation. And this is law, &c. When Salisbury and Churchill came I made out at a glance, sir, That Parnell and his motley crew were now my only chance, sir; So now for Home Rule straight I go, unheeding revolution, And fondly hope before I die to smash the Constitution. And this is law I will maintain unto my dying day, sir―― That whatsoever parties reign I will in office stay, sir. S. H. _The Globe._ March 24, 1886. ――――:o:―――― OLD TOWLER. Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn, And spangles deck the thorn, The lowing herds now quit the lawn, The lark springs from the corn: Dogs, huntsmen, round the window throng, Fleet Towler leads the cry, Arise the burden of my song, This day a stag must die. With a hey, ho, chevy! Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy! Hark! hark! tantivy! This day a stag must die. The cordial takes its merry round, The laugh and joke prevail, The huntsman blows a jovial sound, The dogs snuff up the gale; The upland wilds they sweep along, O’er fields, through brakes they fly, The game is roused, too true the song, This day a stag must die. With a hey, ho, &c. Poor stag; the dogs thy haunches gore, The tears run down thy face, The huntsman’s pleasure is no more, His joys were in the chase; Alike the gen’rous sportsman burns, To win the blooming fair, But yet he honours each by turns, They each become his care. With a hey, ho, &c. ANONYMOUS. ―――― THIS DAY A STAG MUST DIE. (_An imitation of “Old Towler.”_) The op’ning morn dispels the night, Her beauties to display, The sun breaks forth, in glory bright, And hails the new-born day; Diana like, behold me then The silver arrow wield, And call on horses, dogs, and men, Arise, and take the field. With a hey ho chivy, Hark forward tantivy! Arise, bold hunters, cheerly rise, This day a stag must die.