_You_ bare State secrets to the crowd?
You who against the Mob were loud,
With mockery MARCIUS well might own?

It doth not fit a splendid past.
The Sentinel in arms arrayed
Against the Citadel, a shade
Of gloom o'er glory's sheen will cast.

The illustrious name of BISMARCK blot
With no such treason as could dim
The Roman's glory, nor, like him.
Yourself unknit _your_ "noble knot"!

[Footnote 1: _See_ Cartoon "At the Gates," p. 151, vol. 85, year
1883.]

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THAT DUTCHMAN OOMS.

AIR--"_THE ADMIRAL'S BROOM_."

[J.J.K. OOMS, an amateur sculler from Amsterdam, won easily
the "Diamond Sculls" at Henley this year, beating V. NICKALS,
and others of our crack oars.]

Oh, OOMS was a champion brave and bold,
The Dutchman's pride was he;
And he cried, "I can row on the Thames, I know,