JOSEPH'S DREAM.
(A New Song to an Old Setting.)
[Mr. Chamberlain has apparently satisfied himself that Imperial Federation is not a mere dream, as many among us and in the Colonies still regard it. Such dreams, he remarked, have a way of being realised. "It is a dream that appeals to the highest sentiments of patriotism, and even of our material interests. It is a dream calculated to stimulate and improve every one who cares for the future of the Anglo-Saxon race."—Leeds Mercury.]
Air—"Let me Dream Again." New Colonial Minister carolleth:—
Our sun's not setting, as fools said of late,
Nor shall it, whilst I stand at England's gate!
The cheers are ringing at the words I say,
As I point the Kingdom to the Federal way.
I say it appeals to our patriot sentiment,
And the Colonies are gathering round in calm content:
Is this a dream? Then waking would be pain.
Oh, do not wake me! Let me dream again!
The thought is striking, one to make man tower,
Of the Federation of Old England's power.
Our children grow up as time onward glides,
But though youth may pass away, home-love abides.
The Little-Englanders were wrong, somehow.
They said we must part; ah! but dare they say so now?
Is this a dream? Then waking would be pain.
Oh, do not wake me! Let me dream again!
Golf is becoming quite the rage in the United States. A game which has been described as "hitting a ball in the morning and spending the afternoon in search of it" might have been thought too slow for Cousin Jonathan. Not a bit of it. The lynx-eyed American eagle has developed a keen eye for the links, and the best green is said to be in the neighbourhood of Bunker's Hill.
Gross Ingratitude towards Two Old Public Favourites.—At Portsmouth municipal elections Messrs. Cox and Box were at the bottom of the poll in their respective wards.