O'BRIEN'S BREECHES.

(_Humbly imitated from Henry Luttrel's "Burnham Beeches."_)

A Bard, dear Muse, who pluck would sing,

Your friendly aid beseeches.

Help me to touch the lyric string

On--brave O'BRIEN'S breeches!

What though the splendour of my lines

To SWINBURNE'S height ne'er reaches?

The theme, if not the thrummer, shines;

That theme's--O'BRIEN'S breeches!

They wouldn't let O'BRIEN talk,

Or make "seditious" speeches.

They quodded him, his plans to baulk,

And--tried to bag his breeches!

But brave O'BRIEN'S blood did burn

(Say, who his pluck impeaches?)

He up and swore in accents stern,

"I _won't_--wear convict breeches!"

Those gaolers deep about him hung,

They stuck to him like leeches.

But he, the eloquent of tongue,

Stuck to--O'BRIEN'S breeches!

If "sermons be in stones," I'll bet

A prison patience teaches.

The prisoner to bed must get;

They watched--and boned his breeches!

The captive of the cold complains,

His breechless bones it reaches.

But yield? No, rather he remains

In bed--without his breeches!

In vain the prison-clothes they show;

Badge of dishonour each is.

Patriots prefer to lie below

Bed-clothes--without their breeches!

But friends unto the dungeon hie,

No gaoler marks (or peaches),

They hand O'BRIEN, on the sly,

_Another_ pair of breeches!

Black BALFOUR'S myrmidons are fooled!

A lesson high this teaches:

A plucky people is not ruled

By--stealing patriot's breeches!

BRIAN BORU they sang of yore,

But when her goal she reaches,

Erin will sing, from shore to shore,

O'BRIEN--and his breeches!

Her bards will praise the patriot true,

His long and fiery speeches,

His bearding BALFOUR'S brutal crew;

But, above all,--his breeches!

Oh, ne'er may the potheen pass round

But--Erin so beseeches--

The Isle may with one theme resound,--

O'BRIEN--and his breeches!

Hold! Though I'd fain be jingling on,

One rhyme, experience teaches,

You can't ring on for aye! I've done.

Farewell, O'BRIEN'S breeches!

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The Shakspearian Question.

_An Actor's opinion on the Bacon v. Shakspeare controversy, expressed in

a strictly professional cryptogrammatic style._

"SHAKSPEARE written by a chap called BACON, my boy? Very likely; I

always found 'lots of fat' in it."

_Another (at Brighton, by an Ancient Mariner who sticks to the "Old

Ship")._

"BACON wrote SHAKSPEARE? Well, perhaps he did. He was a clever chap, was

dear old ARTHUR BACON; but still, somehow, I don't think he wrote

SHAKSPEARE. At least not all of it."

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