A Snider squibbed in the jungle, Somebody laughed and fled, And the men of the First Shikaris Picked up their Subaltern dead, With a big blue mark in his forehe…

WE KNOW the Rocket’s upward whi… We know the Boom before the Bust. We know the whistling Wail which… The Stick returning to the Dust. We know how much to take on trust

IN EXTENDED observation of th… From the Four—mile Radius roughly… I have drunk with mixed assemblies… And the men of half Creation damn… I have watched them in their tantr…

Now Jones had left his new—wed br… And hied away to the Hurrum Hills… To sit on a rock with a heliograph… His wife the working of the Code… And Love had made him very sage,…

OUR Lord Who did the Ox command To kneel to Judah’s King, He binds His frost upon the land, To ripen it for spring— To ripen it for spring, good sirs,

Brethren, how shall it fare with m… When the war is laid aside, If it be proven that I am he For whom a world has died? If it be proven that all my good,

One grief on me is laid Each day of every year, Wherein no soul can aid, Whereof no soul can hear: Whereto no end is seen

Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peop… Are changing 'neath our hand. Our fathers also see these things But they do not understand. By—they are by with mirth and tear…

“ONCE in so often,” King Solomo… Watching his quarrymen drill the s… “We will club our garlic and wine… And banquet together beneath my T… And all the Brethren shall come t…

Like Princes crowned they bore… Like Demi-Gods they wrought, When the New World lay before the… In headlong fact and thought. Fate and their foemen proved them

THERE was Rundle, Station Mast… An’ Beazeley of the Rail, An’ 'Ackman, Commissariat, An’ Donkin’ o’ the Jail; An’ Blake, Conductor—Sergeant,

WHEN by the labour of my ’ands I’ve ’elped to pack a transport ti… With prisoners for foreign lands, I ain’t transported with delight. I know it’s only just an’ right,

OLD Horn to All Atlantic said: (A—hay O! To me O!) Now where did Frankie learn his t… For he ran me down with a three—re… (All round the Horn!)

SUDDEN the desert changes, The raw glare softens and clings, Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges Stand up like the thrones of King… Ramparts of slaughter and peril—

Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between 'em, Only the Transvaal behind; Only an Aldershot column