If you don't wish them to annihilate you,
Conciliate devils—and white men too!
A botheration—a useless vexation,
To the Tamil nation, is Sanitation.
Municipalities always tell lies:—
The Census is only a Tax in disguise.
Why tax us for bridges and roads? In our lives
We but need three things,—Gold, Lands, and Wives.(1)
To cook for man, woman chiefly was meant:
Ignorance is her best ornament.(2)
NOTE 1.—The great Tamil poet Tayumânâr classes all worldly matters under the three heads, Gold, Women, Lands.
NOTE 2.—This is almost the literal translation of the Tamil Proverb, "Ariyámei mátharukku Abaranam:"—"Ignorance is an ornament to women." And a Hindoo Woman, the poetess Auvaiyar, has a verse to the same effect in one of her poems!—viz.—"Pêthumei enbathu mátharukku anikalam."
Pat O'Brien to his brother Mike.
Arrah, Mike, me honey,
Shure a peck ov money
I'd give to git back to ould Oireland!
It's fryin' I be
In this thirsty counthry,—
Begorrah, it's simply a Foire land,
What wid naygur fellas,
And Cobra capellas,
A loively sort ov land this is!
As ye pass by a bush.
There's a rustle—a rush—
And ye're chased by a varmint that hisses!