What matters to us with whom lie
The fault that grog-shops so abound?
What matters to us who supply

The cup in which reason is drown'd?
Cities cannot get on without cash;

Nor can I much blame them who think 'Twere no mighty evil to licence the devil If he only came out with the "chink."

"Tis well that our lawmakers wise
Believe not in Gough or in Dow;
Else soon would no more greet my eyes
Fresh pigeons to pluck in your tow ;
My name to all top-heavy chaps

A terror would quick cease to be:
Hurrah then, say I, for more power to Old Rye!
Our good friend never-failing is he!

THE ORDERING OF THE MEDAL.

SCENE:-The workshop of an artist celebrated for the manufacture of Medals. Enter a deputation from the Trustees of a certain Public Institution, whose leader speaks to the following effect :

As cats upon their feet alight,

However high in air, man,

:

They're tossed,-so Bob, that juggler bright,
Turns always up our Chairman.

If to look solemn as an owl

Were all that's wanted there, man, Save now and then, a grin or scowl,

How matchless were this Chairman !

What though that decency loud pleads
A turn about but fair, man,
Still, moveless as the Pyramids,
He's, will you, nil you, Chairman.

'Tis wond'rous through what depths of slime Some go, to back that rare man:

I fear the crack of doom's the time
To rid us of this Chairman !

A nest-egg never changed, you know,
Gets addled, let's beware then ;
Like rank results alone can flow
From everlasting Chairmen.

Oh, for a Board of sterner mood—
Outspoken, fair and square men!
Oh, for an earthquake or a flood
To dispossess this Chairman !

That leather medal then at once
Get ready, Mr. Fairman;

It seems to be our only chance

To shelve this weary Chairman.

TO JOHN CARRUTHERS, ESQ.,

ON HIS LEAVING KINGSTON FOR A YEAR'S SOJOURN IN HIS NATIVE SCOTLAND.

(Written as an accompaniment to a Farewell Address from the Kingston St. Andrew's Society, of which Mr. Carruthers was then President.)

AND shalt thou take thy purposed way,
Carruthers, o'er the ocean tide,
And frendship's voice be silent? Nay!
We will speak of thee- smile or chide.

If in this land there liveth one

Than thou more worthy men's esteem,
I own I'd like to see the man,

And bring him blushing into fame.

The patriot spirit staunch as steel

The manners manly, truth severe,—
The hand ne'er shut to want's appeal-
To give unseen its only care,—

The feelings warm, the judgment sound,—
The scorn of all that's mean or base,-

All, all combine to make thee owned
An honour to thy name and race.

Well may the country of thy birth
Rejoice to welcome back her son-
Not for the thousands he is worth,

But for the worth that stamps the man,

Farewell, our friend beloved, farewell!
Thyself and us though ocean parts,
Distance can never break the spell

That binds us to each other's hearts.

LORD LORNE AND THE LADY LOUISE.

(A song written for the rejoicings at Inveraray consequent on their first appearance there after their marriage.)

HURRAH for the news o'er the wide world just gone out!
The clans are all wild with delight to think on it:
A son of the Mist (Up yet higher, my bonnet!)

Has won the fair hand of Balmoral's Louise!
Glad tidings to all save the Southerns who wanted
To see that rare gift to some Saxon lord granted ;-
Well might they look glum when young Lorne, nothing
daunted,

Stept in, and walked of with the Lady Louise!

Well, well may bright bonfires, its hill-tops all over,

Turn night into day in the land of her lover,

And "Islay" flow freely as Aray's own river

When home to its banks he brings Lady Louise. Though earth's greatest king might right glad be to wed

her,

She's far better matched-thanks to love 'mong the

heather;

A lad who can sport the Mac-Cailean's proud feather
Is just the right mate for the Lady Louise!

A gathering grand on my vision is looming;
The air is alive with "The Campbells are coming!"
Dunquaich proudly echoes the "gunna cam" *booming
Its own hearty welcome to Lorne and Louise.
Alas, that in fancy alone can I wend there,
My welcome to give them, my homage to tender,
And help happy thousands the welkin to rend there,
Proud-toasting "Lord Lorne and the Lady Louise !"

A PROLOGUE.

(Written for a concert given in honour of His Excellency the Marquis of Lorne and Her Royal Highness the Princess Louise, on the occasion of their visit to Kingston, in 1879.)

WHILE crowds outside, their jubilation, vent
'Mid arches, torches, rockets heavenward sent,
Here are we met, on gentler pleasures bent.
Ears often charmed by England's nightingales,
Albin's sweet thrushes, and the larks of Wales,
May in our "woodnotes wild" find meikle cause
For kind forbearance rather than applause;
Yet here we are-resolved to do our best-
Leaving to you—and you—and you—the rest.

*The cannon popularly known as the " gunna cam " is an old-fashioned piece of artillery which most visitors to the pleasure grounds around Inveraray Castle make a point of seeing. Although old as the time of the Spanish Armada-there being good ground for believing it to have formed a part of the armament of the ill-fated Florida sunk in Tobermorry Bay-it can still make itself be well heard on occasions of special rejoicings to the House of Argyll.