THE RULER’S DREAM.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume IV, Issue 184, 22 July 1864, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE RULER’S DREAM.

Oni Ruler’s jolly—for bis life Is free from matrimonial chains, n,'s not directed by a wile He knows the penalties and pains ! Is language able to unfold The follies that in manhood dwell? The worth m Haters wo behold Is almost imperceptible 11 The Ruler finds no solid peace But with a “ new chum” for a male ; Before ho saw a icry-fnl face, Our Ruler’s was a happy state.In Ibis, the wry-ful set, appear Ingratitude and canting pride, These flourish not in hearts sincere, Nor in breasts pure can o’er reside. Why should they study to employ Tli e British press to publish lies ? The s/ranyer's hearth made i/lnd their Joy, Yet thoughts of slander only rise 1 None other of her sex is so Deep nurtured in misanthropy ; None other yet so great a foe To genuine philanthropy! Take friendly warning, Don. ML—n, Nor immigrate “ girls” at high pace, For wenches of undoubted mien, Came to this country with wry-face. “ My girls" now Haunt in ev’vy town With acts of notoriety ; At night they pace them up and down, “ Models of impropriety.” This year the dames don’t think it strange) Proposals of sweet love to try, Our Ruler this leap-year may change His “auld Scots” name to Duma/ It-e So “ popular” a “ move” as hers. His heart should ever warm embrace ; ’Tis thus I pen them in my verse. And couple him with dear icry-face. The pair would join in zeal untold The blest apostle’s “ cause” to shelter ; Unto the band what love unfold, The day they’re driven helter-skelter! Scotia’s rich province she belied, Spoke ill of friend and foe alike ; How can a Ruler boast a bride Who truth’s foundations dares to strike ? To Canterbury she gave such a name [boat As would have made her row in the same Had not her Bishop to the rescue come. And back to the home papers quickly wrote. Cool and sarcastic was her strain, Unlike her sex, was ne’er refined : Whoever asked her to complain Of a Province’s benighted mind ? That Ruler's daft who seeks to kill The hours ho fain would minutes bo ; Nor cares that often they who fill, Must drink the cup of misery! Nor cares that when his mate has (led, And like an orange sucked him dry, She’ll east reproaches on his head, ll'hn'd list to words from lips so wry? Communicated.