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Beneath the dim and misty vault
 * I tire of making fours with endless trouble,

And left inclines inclining to a fault.
 * What is this pedantry? An empty bubble.

The spirit is the thing. When you say "'Alt!"
 * My 'eart—I mean my heart—is at the double.

You, gazing only at the outward shell
 * That nothing of this secret fire divulges,

See only raw civilians, heaped pell-mell,
 * Having the kind of chest that peace indulges;

Viewed from one end our lines are like a swell
 * On the deep ocean, full of kinks and bulges.

You bid us wheel. At once ensues a rout
 * That no hussar could compass with his sabre;

The man in evening dress is much too stout,
 * He seems to draw his breath with obvious labour,

Whilst I—I beg your pardon, Right about—
 * Of course I bumped into my left-hand neighbour.

But take (as I observed) the fire beneath;
 * If ever foe should leap the shining margent

That laps our island like a liquid wreath
 * Then you would see us. Shimmering and argent,

"Out bay'nets!" we would snatch 'em from the sheaths;
 * No 'shunning in that day, I think, O Sergeant.

Meanwhile we want a foretaste of the joy
 * That so much tedious tramping merely stifles;

We want to fall upon our—well deploy
 * And less of "Stand at ease" and fruitless trifles;

Der Tag will come (we whisper it with coy
 * Half-bated murmurings), when we have rifles

And uniforms. I want a uniform,
 * Even if not of khaki's steadfast fibre,

To make the bright-eyed maidens' hearts more warm
 * And still the mockings of the street-boy giber;

Meanwhile, I say, why not deploy and storm
 * The sacred trenches of the Zoo-subscriber?

The hour, the place invite. While here we stake
 * Our country's weal on nugatory follies,

What are these screams of insolence that wake
 * The bosky silence with perpetual volleys?

Give us the word to charge and let us take
 * Yon outpost of the Eagles with our brollies.

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He must have walked into something pretty hot.

"The Editor does not hold himself responsible for views expressed by Correspondents.

.—Your Leader of last week was uncommonly good, and I hope that the writer will give us more from his able pen.—'"