THE QUICKSAND!

Is this the Eagle-hunter,

The valiant fate-confronter,

The soldier brave, and blunter

Of speech than BISMARCK's self?

This bungler all-disgracing,

This braggart all-debasing.

This spurious sportsman, chasing

No nobler prey than pelf?

The merest "fly in amber,"

He after eagles clamber?

Nay, faction's ante-chamber

Were fitter place for him,

A trifler transitory,

To gasconade of "glory"!

He'd foul fair France's story,

Her lustre pale and dim.

Les Coulisses? Ah, precisely!

They suit his nature nicely,

Who bravely, nobly, wisely,

Can hardly even "act."

Histrio all blague and blather,

Is it not pity, rather,

One Frenchman should foregather

With him in selfish pact?

In selfish pact—but silly.

His neighbouring, willy-nilly,

Must smirch the Bee, the Lily,

Or stain the snow-white flag.

Wielder of mere stage-dagger,

Loud lord of empty swagger,

In peril's hour a lagger.

A Paladin of Brag!

And now his venture faileth,

And now his valour paleth;

Et après? What availeth

His aid to those who'd use him?

Imperial or Royal,

What "patron" will prove loyal

Unto this "dupe"? They'll joy all

To mock, expose, abuse him!

But from the contest shrinking,

The draught of failure drinking,

In trickery's quicksand sinking,

Pulls he not others down?

Will PLON-PLON stand securely,

The COMTE pose proudly, purely,

Whilst slowly but most surely

Their tool must choke or drown?

Indifferent France sits smiling.

And what avails reviling?

Such pitch without defiling

Can "Prince" or "Patriot" touch?

This quicksand unromantic

Closes on him, the Antic,

Whose hands with gestures frantic

Contiguous coat-tails clutch.

The furious factions splutter,

Power's cheated claimants mutter,

And foiled fire-eaters utter

Most sanguinary threats.

"He Freedom's fated suckler?

The traitor, trickster, truckler!"

So fumes the fierce swash-buckler,

And his toy-rapier whets.

But will that quicksand only

Engulph him lost and lonely?

The fraud exposed, the known lie,

The bribe at length betrayed,

Must whelm this sham detected,

But what may be expected

From "Honour" shame-infected,

And "Kingship" in the shade?