TO AN ANGLE

Non angélus Sed Anglin est.

Sr. Brian Boni, Vol. X, Page LVII.

Ye mystic ooine Ye nymphs devoine Loikewoise slmpraime Apollo î

Melojus raise The * Fraymayx's Praise Whoile oi essay till follow !

Forsayke ye Powers

Yer glettheiJng bowers Me psenn now inspire —

And ye shall view

Me sthrike wid you Ould Oireland's biggist lyre!

Sarkastic Tirab !

In moind or limb, What man wud stand forninst ye ?

The Cuisthre soon

Wud change his chune Nor raise a sthra against ye !

Thy ncetive land Extinds lier hand Acrost the weeves up darting —

* The Morning Freeman, a paper edited and owned by the Hon, T. W. Anglin, M- P., and published in St John N. B»

Till crown wid gowld The hayro bowld Who blessed her by départi n g.

In laify Jime

You bowld gossoon You tuk tbe road till glory $

You turned yer coat

And changed yer note From Libéral to Tory !

Ye rogne 'twas you

The puff that blew That raised the grate Cathaydral,

Its heighth shubloime,

Its walls of loime, Its conduire poly haydraî !

Ye counthree's crade Wud fall indacle Till sornethiug less that Layro,

Were you till sink Or faibly shrink Ye litherary hayro !

In his story of the " Minnehaha Mines,"

our author cleverly hits off the rivers of

Maine and New-Brunswick, and as the

lines may be accounted^ among the best

things he has done in the way of comic

versification, no apology need be made

for their introduction hère. They are

inscribed to : —