To the fate he was fitted for.
We have no place for lookers on
When all the world’s at war!
THE OLD-TIME WAIL.
An Associated Press despatch describe the utterance of a Banners’ Alliance meeting in Kansas as consisting mostly of “the old-time wail of distress.”
Still Dives hath no peace. Broken his slumber,
His feasts are troubled, and his pleasures fail;
For still he hears from voices without number
The same old wail.
They gather yet in field and town and city,—