“Round about one fiery centre

wayward thoughts like moths revolve;”

We cannot write a description of a horse-race without letting them come in, without calling our description by a name expressive of them—“Ex fumo dare lucem:

Till the good is brought forth from evil,

as day is brought forth from night.

Vain dreams! for our fathers cherished

high hopes in the days that were;

and these men wondered and perished,

nor better than these we fare;

And our due at least is their due,