Part 2 — AFTER WILLIAM WATSON

THREE mice—three sightless mice—averse from strife, Peaceful descendants of the Armenian race, Intent on finding some secluded place Wherein to pass their inoffensive life; How little dreamt they of that farmer's wife— The Porte's malicious minion—giving chase, And in a moment—ah, the foul disgrace!— Shearing their tails off with a carving-knife! And oh, my unemotional countrymen, Who choose to dally and to temporize, When once before with vitriolic pen I told the tale of Turkish infamies, Once more I call to vengeance,—now as then, Shouting the magic word "Atrocities!" Anthony C. Deane.