FAWCETT's Middle-aged Ones talk
When these eight hundred thousand _hens_ o' the walk
Cackle for Order, Purity, and Peace!!!
Partlets _may_ save our Capitol, as geese
Once did the Roman; nigh a million--JUNOS,
Roll back the tide of Revolution. Who knows?
Not PRIAM-SALISBURY. Does _he_ look askance
At the new Amazonian Queen's advance?
Does he hide apprehension with a smile?
The Amazons are used to Grecian guile;
ACHILLES-GLADSTONE sorely they mistrust.
Which side will give them more than fain it must?
To-day the Trojans show the friendlier front
PENTHESILEA, whom the Greeks would shunt,
Proffers her aid to Tory Troy, to keep
High Ilium against the foes who creep
Nearer and nearer to its sacred walls.
ACHILLES o'er the trenches loudly calls,
In menace fierce, thrasonic in his boast,
His Myrmidons, a mad and motley host,
Mean boundless mischief, the Palladium's gone
If they are not repulsed. It _must_ be done,
Come what, come will. PRIAM has trimmed his sails
To popular winds until the pilot fails
To know the old and carefully charted course.
His wisdom, and brave ARTHUR-HECTOR's force,
May yet prove vain if no auxiliar hand
Help yon Anarchic legions to withstand.
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