Then over to England the Suffragan flew, And published some tomes full of lore, Which brought on his Lordship each savage Review; Some called him a sceptic, some called him untrue, Some said he’d been answer’d before. A dreadful sensation, too dreadful to tell To the Bench of the Bishops he gave, As when Mr. Whitworth explodes a big shell; But they rallied, and all in a body they fell To demolish Colenso the Brave. From the Cape, demon-haunted, a Spirit[93] arose, It was clad in a mantle of gray, And it stalked to Colenso, and said, “I depose A priest who can propagate volumes like those!” But a stern apparition cried “Nay!” In a voice full of sweetness, but cold as a stone, “I forbid you to touch him!” it said. “You are phantoms alike――if you want flesh and bone, Go pray Three Estates; for a Monarch alone Is nought to the Church but a Head. “He is free to return to his pensive Zulu, By whom it appears he was posed, He knows no allegiance to Longley or you: Behold me, and know what I tell you is true!” Then a Chancellor’s[94] face was disclosed. The sentence was final and left not a doubt, His smile of derision they saw; The lawyers ran in, and the lawyers ran out, They hooted and mooted the Temple about, But no one could challenge the law. And while all the Bishops look awfully grave, Dancing round them Dissenters are seen, Their liquor’s Cape-port, and as horrid the stave, They chant “To the health of Colenso the Brave[95] And his convert, the native so clean;” SHIRLEY BROOKS. 1865. ―――― A Bishop there was at Natal A Zulu he had for his “Pal,” Said the Zulu, “Look here, This here Pentateuch’s queer,” Which converted his Grace of Natal. ―――― “BETWEEN THE ACTS;” _Or, Spain and the Spanish_. A School-boy so stout, and a Maiden so mad―― She a hag, he a youth in his teens―― T’other day made a match, be ’t for good or for bad, Alfonso the Twelfth was the name of the lad, And L’Espana the maniac quean’s. * * * * * And this school-boy, with hands and with heart still so clean, Conscience clear of offence as a lamb―― If ever the world, flesh, and devil were seen, In a foul female Cerberus, crown’d as a Queen, ’Twas in _her_ he’d to blush for as dam! “But how,” said the Boy, “for as mad as you seemed, So much wits did you e’er come to show, As to hurl down the idols that gods you late deemed, Leave the fools that you followed, the dreams that you dreamed, And kick out Sagasta & Co.?”