Poetry.

Lyttelton Times, Volume X, Issue 599, 31 July 1858, Page 3

Poetry.

FRENCH AND ENGLISH; OR, THE PUGNACITYOF THE PLAYGROUND. "frwasyourfault^ 'V «'Tffasi!aUybur own."—" Well, aust you mmd!" «Mindwh; at,oia«hap?!'—^*whatl Yes,what?"----"If ybu dbtft know, you soon will #»«• " Ohl' Air!! dojou. suppose; I care. For anything that you.can do?, "Say'two words more then, if/you dare, 'fDpn-ti fancy I'm afraid of you I" «'Aiil'YbW,hii'me.M^ a.Jußfcybu'hit'me." "Take thatl**—" Take that!" And, pleasing *—-7slght^7 ! ;?r;;'':7 :.' '' For all their childish world to see, The little'attgry schoolboys fight. Their eyelids 'soon are' bravely blackened, And'o'er their orbs of vision close: The skin's of both are slightly cracked, And freely bleeds' 'each^youthful nose. They fight till they can fight no more: If either should be first to yield, He is but rather bruised and sore Than the possessor bf the field, The quarrel where it was remains, And both have been severely!thrashed; SmallCglory thus the victor gains,: oAnd each ii^ by the'master lashed. O France and England! are you wise, ■'. To quarrel, like a brace of boys, Without" the prospect of a prize, • . 'Till each the other half destroys? In furious vanity to fight • The battle of the frog and mouse, Till on you both a watchful kite, " Knocked up as you vHM be, shall souse? Unutterable agonies, :-Unnumbered outrages and woes, These nations are your black eyes, these Things represent your bleeding nose. War with encroaching tyrants wage, Or lawless savages to quell, But iet not petty spite and rage Involve you in the work of hell. — Punch.