HUSH! THE HUN

Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2481, 7 June 1915, Page 2

HUSH! THE HUN

(By Francis Muldoon.) "Hush, here comes the Horrible Hun!" Mothers will say in. the days to come; ("The Bogey Man" lias had his day, The terror of him has passed away). Aud when th» child starts in affright At an unknown dread, in the dead of night; When shapeless forms peer through the gloom At the innocents in the children's room, 'Twill not bs the Bogey Man who's come, But the evil form of the Hungry Hun. Stained with toe blood of the helpless babe, Through rivers of horror his feet wiii wade i Soaked with the salt of the widow's tears, He carries a cargo of nameless fears. Hate on his face, with mad fangs bared, See the harvest of heads he's snared— Heads from the shoulder of infants small. Belgian soil where lie spread his pall. (Blighted Ihe land where his brutal trend Crushed almi* through the maimed and de»id.) "Hush yoi.r crying now, Little One, Hash, or I'll call (lie hideous Hun." Patters will speak in the days to come Of the frightful toll of the Hate-mad Hun, Of the brute who ravaged a fruitful land With the flhmes of rapine his breath had fanned; When anci-nts, and cripples, and women weak, And tiny tots who'd scarce learnt to speak, And babes -who clung to the mother's breast Were battled in blood at a Fiend's behest. When bayonet and sword, and shot and shell, Made Europe flam with the flames of Hell. "Hush, 0 my baby, lest he come, Hush, ye have heard of the Horrible Hun." Men will speak in the days to come Of the war that was with the soulless Hun, Eie they drove him back to his own vile lair. And chained him fast life a dog. And there Exacted a vengeance, full and just, For the toil he'd ta'en in blood and lust; Of how fair Peaie, assailed by Might, I Rose up and clashed the sword of Right— | Smote fair and nard and full and true, And forccd the struggle glorious through. So that the world sa.w once again Her heroes rlo not die in vahi. "Hush, my wee one, lest he come! Shudder yet for the Frightful Hun." Aye, mothers who live in the days to come Will still remember the Horrid Hun Who terrorised in the days gone by (The dreadful days when the Hun stalked by), And though ibe Brute be now fast-fcound, Shorn of hie strength, as a beaten hound, The memory of his fiendish work Shall linger wherever a though may lurk. Whenever a terrible deed be'(tone, Men will say, " "fis that of a Hun," .4 ml mothefs who over thoir children tire, When thinking of something to fear inspire, Will say, "0, hash, he will come, will come, Hush! oh hush! the Horrible Hun!" —Sydney "Telegraph."

The Carterton Lady Liverpool Committee and Belgian Relief Guild have sont the following work to Wellington: ~Threa canes of clothing for Poor of Belgium: 100 Balaclava caps and 50 pair of socks for the soldiers. A number of children attending the Carterton Hisb School, and a few who have recently left it, have helped with the above work for the soldiers. The scarves which Uie.y and the ladies have niado are to bo sent in with the remainder of tlio socks and Balaclavas during the present- week.

Their Excellencies the Governor and Countess of Liverpool, who attended the concert which was lield in the Grand Opera House on Saturday under the auspices if the St. John Ambulance and lied Cross Brigade, were welcomed by a guard of honour composed of the members of tile combined associations, all of wliom were in nursing uniform. The salo of flowers and sweets by a large number of assistants must have materially assisted in swelling tho proceeds. Tho buttonholes wore particularly charming, many of them being of white narcissi tied with littlo bows of the Allies' colours or with Belgian or British alone. Mrs. Moorhouse, the president of tho St. John Nursing Guild, was present.