MOIRA O'NEILL. LOOKIN' BACK Wathers o' Moyle an' the white gulls flyin', Slemish an' Trostan, dark wi' heather, Och, an' the shadows between are blue ! Lone Glen Dun an' the wild glen flowers, Wathers o' Moyle, I hear ye callin' Clearer for half o' the world between, Antrim hills an' the wet rain fallin' Whiles ye are nearer than snow-tops keen ; Dreams o' the night an 'a night-wind callin'What is the half o' the world between ? H. NEWBOLT. THE FIGHTING TÊMÊRAIRE It was eight bells ringing, For the morning watch was done, And the gunner's lads were singing, Oh to see the linstock lighting, Oh! to hear the round shot biting, Oh! to see the linstock lighting, It was noontide ringing, And the battle just begun, When the ship her way was winging, As they loaded every gun, Is was noontide ringing, When the ship her way was winging, And the gunner's lads were singing As they loaded every gun. There'll be many grim and gory, Téméraire ! Téméraire ! There'll be few to tell the story, There'll be many grim and gory, There's a far bell ringing. Now the sunset breezes shiver, Téméraire Téméraire ! And she's fading down the river, Now the sunset breezes shiver, 1 Hari Chunder Mukerji, pride of Bow-Bazar, Owner of a native press, Barrister at Lar, Waited on the Government with a claim to wear Sabres by the bucketful, rifles by the pair. Then the Indian Government, winked a wicked wink, Said to Chunder Mukerji :-" Stick to pen and ink, They're the safest implements :—but if you insist, We will let you carry arms wheresoe'er you list." Hari Chunder Mukerji went to Rodda's, and Bought the tubes of Lancaster, Ballard, Deane and Bland, Bought a shiny bowie-knife, bought a townmade sword, Jingled like an ekka-horse when he went abroad. But the Indian Government, always keen to please, Also gave parwanas to horrid men like these ; Yar Mahomed, Yusufzai, down to kill or steal, Chimbu Singh from Bikanir, Tantia the Bhil. Killa Khan the Marri Chief, Jowar Singh the Sikh, Nabbi Baksh, Punjabi Jât, Abdul Huq Rafiq (He was a Wahábi) lastly little Boh Hla-Oo Took advantage of the Act and . . . a Snider too. ... They were unenlightened men, Rhodda's knew them not, They procured their swords and guns mostly on the spot; And the lore of centuries, plus a hundred [rights. Made them slow to disregard one another's fights, Nabhi Baksh, Punjabi Jât, found a hidebound flail, Chimbu Singh from Bikanir, oiled his Tonk Jezail, with glee, Yar Mahomed, Yusufzai, spat and smiled [Khyberee. As he ground the butcher-knife of the Jowar Singh the Sikh secured tulwar, quoit Abdul Huq, Wahábi, took his peshkalz1 from its place And amid the jungle-grass, danced and grinned and jabbered, Little Boh Hla-Oo jerked his dah-blade from the scabbard. 1 Knuckledusters. |