Volume 153 — A RESOLUTION.
Reading edition
I'll tell you what I mean to do When these our wars shall cease to rage: I'll go where Summer skies are blue And Spring enjoys her heritage; I shall not work for fame or wage, But wear a large black silk cravat, A velvet coat that's grey with age Beneath a high-crowned broad-brimmed hat. I'll journey to some Tuscan town And rent a palace for a song, And all the walls I'll whitewash down Some day when I am feeling strong; And there I'll pass my days among My books, and, when my reading palls And Summer days are overlong, I'll daub up frescoes on the walls. The world may go her divers ways The while I draw or write or smoke, Happy to live laborious days There among simple painter folk; To wed the olive and the oak, Most patiently to woo the Muse, And wear a great big Tuscan cloak To guard against the heavy dews. Between the olive and the vine I'll make heroic mock of Mars, And drink at even golden wine Kept cool in terra-cotta jars; And afterwards harangue the stars In little gems of fervid speech, And smoke impossible cigars Which cost at least three soldi each. Let more ambitious spirits spin The web of life for weal or woe, Whilst I above my violin Shall sit and watch the vale below All crimson in the afterglow; And when the patient stars grow bright I'll draw across the strings my bow Till Chopin ushers in the night. Such things as these I mean to do When Peace once more resumes her sway; To walk barefooted through the dew And while the sunlit hours away, If haply I may find some gay Conceit to light a sombre mind, As gracious as a Summer day, As wayward as an April wind.
A Legitimate Inference.
"FOUND, Brown Dog, very clever begging, great pet, believed property clergyman."—Belfast Evening Telegraph.
"The Molahiz of the district ordered to arrest the criminals and hand them to the Dilitary Authorities for trial has been able to seize the materials stolen. Enquiry is still going on."—Egyptian Mail.
The authorities seem to be living up to their title.