Mere "Political Offence,"
All this murder, mashing, maiming?
'Tis a pitiful pretence,
Honour-blinding, wisdom-shaming.

Indiscriminate, ruthless raid!
Mad chance--medly of disaster!
Sophistry, the fiend's sworn aid,
Never better served its master
Than in calling such hell-birth
A new gospel, holy, human,--
Blasting as with maniac mirth
Blameless men, and guiltless women!

No! The Dynamiter's creed--
Though hate swagger, though cant snivel--
Fires no "patriotic" deed;
Base-born, all its ends are evil.
Let caged wolves and tigers free?
What more wicked, what absurder?
Amnesty to Anarchy
Means encouragement to Murder?

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WHERE TO PLACE HIM.--Why ought the future Poet-Laureate, whoever he
may be, to occupy rooms over or close to the stables at Buckingham
Palace? Because he would then be inspired by the Royal Mews.

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