Melchizedek, Ucalegon.
Arthur Guiterman, among the best of our present day humorous writers, never did anything better than this intensified bit of burlesque.
MAVRONE
ONE OF THOSE SAD IRISH POEMS, WITH NOTES
From Arranmore the weary miles I’ve come;
An’ all the way I’ve heard
A Shrawn[2] that’s kep’ me silent, speechless, dumb,
Not sayin’ any word.
An’ was it then the Shrawn of Eire,[3] you’ll say,
For him that died the death on Carrisbool?
It was not that; nor was it, by the way,