Our Seventy-six the sequel Of glorious Runnymede ! Grip hands across the ocean, And should there come a time, - You'll see the "thin red line." Fling out the red cross banner! And then defy the world! Woe to the foreign foemen Who front the battle-line, Where Johnny's cross and Sammy's stars Their colors bright entwine! — H. A. Roby. THE NEW TOREADOR. The New Toreador. BRAVO, Jonathan! Now's your time, — Make a bid for the true sublime, Add to honor the final lustre. Banderillos were very well, Waving scarfs and avoiding dances; Now comes the struggle, who can tell Upon which side are the better chances? Wait till the ring begins to hum, Ramping and snorting, stamping, raging, More than your match some people think him. Never mind that, keep cool, and you'll Remain unhurt while you deftly pink him. Steady, Jonathan! All mankind Gazes at you in silent wonder. Most, to your virtues deaf and blind, Think your attitude's just a blunder. Britain, however, is stanch and true, Maybe, sir, 'twill occur to you That we might turn the tail you've often twisted. Blood of our blood, we are all for you, Against whomever you make attacks on. 66 Else had we strode "the ring" together, Until the wide world's saved and freed, Bound are we in a moral tether. Stand firm, Jonathan, let him come. What's the use of some little brushes? Wait till the ring begins to hum With the wildest rush of his angry rushes. Stand firm, Jonathan! He's at bay; His wrath he never can calm or smother. Stand you firm, for the coming fray Means death for one or death for the other. One of his breed, long years ago, With desperate, deadly, stern insistence, With equal wrath and greater show Threatened our national existence. THE NEW TOREADOR. Then we baited him, - drove him back, — Showed him how Englishmen meant to greet him. Feebler son of that far-off sire, — Still he'll fight, for there's no retreating; Feebler, aye, but the self-same ire, Still a foe who will take some beating. Stand firm, Jonathan, -show your pluck; Sooner or later you're bound to meet him. Face him valiantly, and, with luck Helping you, you will soundly beat him. Yours the strength of the Saxon race, Death and danger you still may face, Keep your power still undiminished. Bravo, Jonathan! Now's your time. |