A REVOLUTION.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 8, Issue 28, 5 April 1907, Page 2

A REVOLUTION.

I stood in the works at midnight, and all was still as the grave, Till the file, in rasping accents, defiling discordants gave. "Now, what's tho use of living ?" he said, with teeth firm set, "When life is made up of rubbing 'gainst all the hard- things I've met. !" Then answered the lathe in pity : "I've done some hard turns myself" ; While llie worn-out spindle grunted : "And they've put me on the shelf." "Life is a bore," said the, gimlet. "Ay, with many a broken thread." /Said the hollow voice of the steampipe, as a condensed tear he shed. Then the emery-wheel growled roughly, "A continual grind, 1 say!" "But watch and wait," said the flywheel, who had damaged herself that day ; "1 shall start a revolution, in about a week or so." "Look, sharp, then," rejoined the chisel, "you're cutting it rather slow." "Oh, she's cracked," said the soldering fluid, as his face he sternly shaped ; And in the confusion which followed, I regret the gas escaped.