A PEACE-AT-ANY-PRICE MAN.

Peace-at-ang-price man.

"WAR

AR is coming! Blood must flow!"
Mary, get my satchel packed-

"We must meet the craven foe!".

Mary, get my satchel packed"There are wrongs that we must right. Freeborn men, prepare to fight; 'Tis no time for childish fright". Mary, get my satchel packed!

"Now let all the world give ear Mary, get my satchel packed"We've begged for war for half a year" Mary, get my satchel packed"The President, at last, is stirred ! We have spoken, he has heard, Now, then, for the final word " Mary, get my satchel packed!

Clouds of war obscure the sky".
Mary, get my satchel packed -
Cuba's hope is mounting high "—
Mary, get my satchel packed-

"Let our tars prepare to fight,
Let them battle for the right"-
I start for Halifax to-night,
Mary, get my satchel packed!

- Baltimore Life

UNCLE SAM'S SPRING CLEANING.

Uncle Sam's Spring Cleaning.

"THERE has been a heap of rubbish dumped about the patient seas,

And all cleaning hitherto has been a sham;

It is time for my spring cleaning, and I hope you catch my meaning, —

For I'm going to clean 'em out," says Uncle Sam.

"And I'm going to rinse 'em down,

And I'm going to soak 'em out,

And I'm going to sponge 'em off, and make 'em clean;

And I'll do a handsome job with my scrubbing

brush and swab,

And I'll give a different aspect to the scene.

"On the Philippines, a dumpground for the mediaval truck,

And the old miasmal rubbish heaps of Spain,

I began my vernal cleaning, and I think they

know my meaning, –

For I turned my hose upon them at full strain, And I guess I swabbed 'em down,

And I guess I rubbed it in,

And I guess I swashed 'em off, and made 'em clean;

And when I've wiped 'em dry with my army mop,

says I,

There'll be a different aspect to the scene.

"And I'll clean off Porto Rico, and I'm going to wipe it dry,

And poor filth-infested Cuba must be clean;

Four hundred years of lumber that its rubbish holes encumber,

If you wait you'll see it burn like kerosene.

And I guess I'll soap 'em down,

And I guess I'll scour 'em off,

And I guess I'll turn my hose on at full strain;

And then, when I am through, then old Cuba will

be new,

And there won't be any rubbish heaps of Spain.

"She has blotted all the oceans, and I'll wipe her off the seas,

And I'll cleanse the cluttered islands of her slime; And this is just the meaning of my vigorous spring

cleaning,

Fate's washing day has come, - and it is time! And I guess when I have soaped 'em,