THE JOURNALIST-AT-ARMS.

Who would not be a Journalist-at-Arms?

Life for that paladin hath poignant charms.

Whether in pretty quarrel he shall run

Just half an inch of rapier—in pure fun—

In his opponent's biceps, or shall flick

His shoulders with a slender walking-stick.

The "stern joy" of the man indeed must rise

To raptures and heroic ecstacies.

Oh, glorious climax of a vulgar squabble,