Part 63 (1/2)
But down in the depths of the vault below There's Malvoisie for a world of woe!”
So they quaff their wine, and all declare That fish, after all, is but gruesome fare.
”Oh, to-morrow will be Friday, so we'll warm our souls to-day!
Oh, to-morrow will be Friday, so we'll warm our souls to-day!
Benedicite!”
_Frederick E. Weatherly._
SKY-MAKING
TO PROFESSOR TYNDALL
Just take a trifling handful, O philosopher, Of magic matter, give it a slight toss over The ambient ether, and I don't see why You shouldn't make a sky.
O hours Utopian which we may antic.i.p.ate!
Thick London fog how easy 'tis to dissipate, And make the most pea-soupy day as clear As Ba.s.s's brightest beer!
Poet-professor! now my brain thou kindlest; I am become a most determined Tyndallist.
If it is known a fellow can make skies, Why not make bright blue eyes?
This to deny, the folly of a dunce it is; Surely a girl as easy as a sunset is.
If you can make a halo or eclipse, Why not two laughing lips?
The creed of Archimedes, erst of Sicily, And of D'Israeli ... _forti nil difficile_, Is likewise mine. Pygmalion was a fool Who should have gone to school.
Why should an author scribble rhymes or articles?
Bring me a dozen tiny Tyndall particles; Therefrom I'll coin a dinner, Nash's wine, And a nice girl to dine.
_Mortimer Collins._
THE POSITIVISTS
Life and the Universe show spontaneity: Down with ridiculous notions of Deity!
Churches and creeds are all lost in the mists; Truth must be sought with the Positivists.
Wise are their teachers beyond all comparison, Comte, Huxley, Tyndall, Mill, Morley, and Harrison; Who will adventure to enter the lists With such a squadron of Positivists?
Social arrangements are awful miscarriages; Cause of all crime is our system of marriages.
Poets with sonnets, and lovers with trysts, Kindle the ire of the Positivists.
Husbands and wives should be all one community, Exquisite freedom with absolute unity.
Wedding-rings worse are than manacled wrists-- Such is the creed of the Positivists.