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She WANTED A WARRANT. Brooklyn Eagle
To A GORILLA IN A MENAGERIE. F. W. Clarke
TOTAL ANNIHILATION. Anonymous
PROGRAMME NO. 1.
A LAY MADE ABOUT THE YEAR OF ROME CCCLX.
LARS PORSENA of Clusium,
By the nine gods he swore
Should suffer wrong no more.
And named a trysting day,
To summon his array.
East and west and south and north
The messengers ride fast,
Have heard the trumpet's blast.
Who lingers in his home,
Is on the march for Rome!
The horsemen and the footmen
Are pouring in amain
From many a fruitful plain,
Which, hid by beech and pine,
Of purple Apennine;
From lordly Volaterræ,
Where scowls the far-famed hold Piled by the hands of giants
For godlike kings of old; From sea-girt Populonia,
Whose sentinels descry Sardinia's snowy mountain-tops
Fringing the southern sky;
From the proud mart of Pisæ,
Queen of the western waves, Where ride Massilia's triremes,
Heavy with fair-haired slaves; From where sweet Clanis wanders
Through corn and vines and flowers From where Cortona lifts to heaven
Her diadem of towers.
Tall are the oaks whose acorns
Drop in dark Auser's rill; Fat are the stags that champ the boughs
Of the Ciminian hill;
Is to the herdman dear;
The great Volsinian mere.
But now no stroke of woodman
Is heard by Auser's rill; No hunter tracks the stag's green path
Up the Ciminian hill; Unwatched along Clitumnus
Grazes the milk-white steer; Unharmed the water-fowl may dip
In the Volsinian mere.
For all the Etruscan armies
Were ranged beneath his eye, And many a banished Roman,
And many a stout ally ; And with a mighty following,
To join the muster, came The Tusculan Mamilius,
Prince of the Latian name.
But by the yellow Tiber
Was tumult and affright; From all the spacious champaign
To Rome men took their flight. A mile around the city
The throng stopped up the ways; A fearful sight it was to see
Through two long nights and days.
For aged folk on crutches,
And women great with child, And mothers, sobbing over babes
That clung to them and smiled And sick men borne in litters
High on the necks of slaves, And troops of sunburned husbandmen
With reaping-hooks and staves,
And droves of mules and asses
Laden with skins of wine, And endless flocks of goats and sheep,
And endless herds of kine, And endless trains of wagons,
That creaked beneath the weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods,
Choked every roaring gate.