NEW RHYMES FOR OLD CHILDREN.
The Barnacle.
(A Sort of Sea Shanty.)
Old Bill Barnacle sticks to his ship,
He never is ill on the stormiest trip;
Upside down he crosses the ocean—
If you do that you enjoy the motion.
Barnacle's family grows and grows;
Little relations arrive in rows;
And the quicker the barnacles grow, you know,
The slower the ship doth go—yo ho!
Thousands of barnacles, small and great,
Stick to the jolly old ship of State;
So we mustn't be cross if she seems to crawl—
It's rather a marvel she goes at all.
A. P. H.
"Priests preach the want of brotherhood in the Anglican Church, but many, I am sorry to say, do not practise what they preach."
Letter to Daily Paper.
Is not this carrying the reactionary spirit a little too far?