IN MEMORIAM.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2229, 20 April 1881, Page 3

IN MEMORIAM.

EARL BEACONSFIELD—DIED APRIL 18th, 1881. At last relief has come to England’s greatest Jew, And he, an enigma amongit statesmen, Has resolved the lost dread riddle of death, ere you Had gauged the cunning of bis tongue and pen. Pet of women, who once caressed the dainty curls Poised with sprightly affeotedness on brow j Prince of saunterers —eagle-eyed for pearls, Velvet, diamonds, brocaded furbelow. Foe of males, who shrank from the venom of his tongue, Speaking the pent-up hate of Nazarenes, And yet were fascinated as he swung His ’kerchief to and fro in stormy scenes. Airy Vivian Grey—daring to dream impossibles ; Politic Endymion—personal With the freedom of success, as he dribbles Senile gossip mixed with bitter gall. Loudly they cheered bim, when at the Berlin Conference His glib tongue learned the French for * compromise.’ “Look I at my sleeves,” ho said; “there’s really no pretence. “ Presto ! Come forth ! Let ‘ Peace with Honor ’ rise 1” Withal a gay companion, famed for repartee, Prone to unbend at tables of Mayfair ; Flashing wit for scions of Royal Family, Or even at the wedding of a millionaire. Though the lump was crude, he’d a little of the leaven. Coruscating Dizzy ! let’s credit him with’ heaven. ZARA. Christchurch, April 20.