THE EMPTY MAN.

Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 10, 9 June 1894, Page 6

THE EMPTY MAN.

(Bt T. Buxton.) Sometimes by chance we find a man With huge conceit and empty cran. No other u»derstanding hath But what’s ensconced in leather. Nature’s gifts unto this man Were meant to tread down heather. Then, Nature’s defect to supply, Fancy filled up the cranium. Poetry he sometimes does essay, And pours complaint ’gainst mon’gamy, And the looser creed does invoke Of Mussulman and Mormonee. His ambition is for ever fixed To legislate and to orate With nasal voice and platitude prate Unto the congregated State. Some station he needs must fill To make laws for Dick, Tom, and Bill. Cockatoo boots he overfills, He is so very, very gifted. Tbe patriot be emulates, And vows devotion to the State To fix rents and rates for land estates To get good round compensate. His presence at the Waste Land Board Counts one and quorum makes, Like Caesar dead and turned to clay, Used to stop holes to keep wind away. Wanting the true spirit of the man, And the higher inspiration, He draws spirit from bottle and can Like an old bacchanalian. So you see, my good friends, What a comical creature Was born in a frol * By old man of Nature. [The foregoing was held over from last week —Ed.]