Swift to the clouds I wing my way with joy,
While peals of scornful laughter greet “My boy.”
Quite so! Væ victis! They will spare a brute,
If they can find a human substitute;
For ’tis agreed by Christian, Jew, and nigger,
“Of two given victims, always choose the bigger.”
R. L. Francis.
——:o:——
Every one who has read the Ingoldsby Legends (and who has not?) will be sure to remember the pathetic little poem with which they conclude:—
AS I LAYE A-THYNKYNGE.