LE LION DU QUARTIER LATIN.

Otago Daily Times, Issue 165, 27 May 1862, Page 5

LE LION DU QUARTIER LATIN.

Tho Daily Telegraph publishes the" following' vigorous translation of the song_ which has made, ana is making so great a sensation in the French capital, and the author of which the Parisian police are making such endeavors to discover. This is the "song alluded to in tho- letter of London Gossip, published in v recent issue :— No, no ! our young men are not dead ! They rise with noble wrath about them ; Let Cscsar look his gates be sped - 'Twos a young Lion roar'd without them I He sleeps—you think l To smile—you try ? But soon he'll stretch hisdiinbs for slaughter : He's by ! He only sleeps with half an eye, The Lion of the Latin Quarter. The student marches on before, The workman follows close and wnry; They wear the gay cockades they wore In July and in February. The race who did not flinch for kings, At Areola and Sarcy's slaughter, He springs ! Along the track the lion springs— The Lion of the Latin Quarter. Oh! I'rance, our France ! in thy thick night We grope our way to fiud the traitor : So long the gloom, so faint the light, Forgive us that we slnniber'd later ; But look 1 there shines the blessed day ! And faithful to the task of slaughter, • Away ! He scents again his hated prey, The Lion of the Latin Quarter. Ah, fuddled crew ! churning^ the dregs, The lees, of the Imperial liquor, V our revel's on its latest legs, The bright sun makes your tapers flicker. See how your eagle screams with fright i He smells the blood of coming slaughter— He's right! Eagle and eyrie's but a bite To the Lion of the Latin Quarter. Come if you doubt vs —nay, or come If you defy vs —we are here. See us, the scholars, in our home;

Babble your cynic doctrines there. Old Nisaril, good a moral iv, And Edinoud About, sworn exhorter, Come in ! ' Let's see if ye a sneer can win At the Lion of the Latin Quarter. Sick of its lying, loud and long, The People warns the Moniteur! The People, by the students' tongue, Warns a " third warning"—ah! be sure It.knows you know a knavish thing ; On Aveutine it calls to slaughter, False King 1 It hounds upon thee with fell spring. The Lion of the Latin Quarter. And thou, poor nation.! that hast munch'd Only five monarchs in your hunger, 'T.vas but a morsel you linve crunch'd • ' This hundred years ; hat wait no longer; . . Set on to him who pays the carte This, your last feast-day ; kill and slaughter ! ' , Be smart! He smacks his lips for Bonaparte, The Lion of the Latin Quarter.