(Signed) F. B. Perkins.
Bugle Song.
(After Tennyson—and Butler.)
The slander falls in different halls
Where sounds the somewhat stale old story:
With wrath he shakes, and fearless makes,
Like the wild cataract, “leaps in glory.”
Blow, Butler, blow! set your wild statements flying;
Blow, Butler; answer people!—“Lying, lying, lying!”
O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, further going