CATHEDRAL ECHOES.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2318, 8 September 1881, Page 3

CATHEDRAL ECHOES.

(BY BEL FKY) Policeman X., the Newsboy, anb Sunday Team Cars. 'Twaa hard by the statue of Qodley, Which the same is a part of my bate, — A shlip of a newspaper mother, Wld hla bundle of papers so nate. Was yelling wld lungs like tundther. Of the news In that Index o’Fate. Says Ito the urchin—“ Move on now. Or belcike I’ll indoite ye, me lad. For obsthructing the air wid your shouting; Begorra, it makes mo feel bad.” But the dlvll a shtir did he moind me, But continued his yelling like mad. "Evening Globe!” ho cries—"only a penny! Containing late news of the wars— Also the doln’s of Parliament, And a * screed ’ about Sunday tram oars, Which those clergy chaps says is unholy, And abuses like any Jack Tars 1 " " Well,” says I to the boy, " be the piper, That blew before Moses his horn. The Divil himself's in the urchin— Queer things of this age, shore, are born. An’ I beckon’d the lad to come near me, For I felt that he’d conquer’d me scorn Says I, thin, “ What’s this ye’ve been crying About Sunday thram cars and the loike, ’Cause achune yon and me rnd the lamppost, An’ as shore as me fust name is Moike, I’ve a sneaking raigard for man’s freedom, An’ against its encroachment would shtrolke, " Then that youngster looked up at me shmiling, With a face of intelligence keen. Says he, "To be sure, Mr Bobby, Yon must bo a little bit green ; Why, to darken our lives is a hobby With those folks—’tia plain to be seen. “ For us of the lower orders— The ‘blushing poor,’ as we’re told—The practice of piety borders On a way that Is cheerless and cold. The religion of ease and comfort Is an article purchased —for gold! " The gentle folks ride in their carriages Back Sabbath that comes—wet or fine ; And clerical cooks cook dinners hot For the clergy at ease to dine. But we —why tee are but poor, my friend, And must not at our lot repine. You must know that a Sunday tramcar, T earing city, smoke, and tiles, With its precious freight of human hearts. For the scenes where Nature smiles. Is a thing abhorrent to Christian minds, And an instance of human wiles. Then let us, good Bobby, at least thank (Sod For health like yours and mine, That we can carry ourselves to worship At Nature’s holy shrine— Where the salt waves kiss the sandy shore, And wild flowers circle the vine. Ther can do us out of our tram-cars. And shorten our tucker, maybe. For it’s money that makes the mare to go. Likewise build steeples free ; But Nature is every man’s heritage, And the sun shines daily for me.” * * * * ’Twas hard by the statue of Godley, Wh oh the same is a part of me bate, Thai wo held this bit of a korero I hare thought it worth while to repato And I’m thinking that shlip of a newsboy— Thotgh, mayhap, he don’t know much of Greek, Like thim parson chaps at the Synod— With a head full of wisdom did speak ; And voices like his, in the future, Thr>’ Hypocracy’s thraldom will brake, An’ cause the vain structures of Humbug From their very foundations to shake, Till, at length, from the mists of its ignorance, This world shall emerge— Tvide-atvake ! V.