Swords And Ploughshares

PART I. PRESTO FURIOSO.     Spontaneous Us!     O my Camarados! I have no delicatesse as a diplomat, but I go blind on Libertad!     Give me the flap-flap of the soaring Eagle's pinions!     Give me the tail of the British lion tied in a knot inextricable, not to be solved anyhow!     Give me a standing army (I say 'give me,' because just at present we want one badly, armies being often useful in time of war).     I see our superb fleet (I take it that we are to have a superb fleet built almost immediately);     I observe the crews prospectively; they are constituted of various nationalities, not necessarily American;     I see them sling the slug and chew the plug;     I hear the drum begin to hum;     Both the above rhymes are purely accidental and contrary to my principles.     We shall wipe the floor of the mill-pond with the scalps of able-bodied British tars!     I see Professor Edison about to arrange for us a torpedo-hose on wheels, likewise an infernal electro-semaphore;     I see Henry Irving dead-sick and declining to play Corporal Brewster;     Cornell, I yell! I yell Cornell!     I note the Manhattan boss leaving his dry-goods store and investing in a small Gatling-gun and a ten-cent banner;     I further note the Identity evolved out of forty-four spacious and thoughtful States;     I note Canada as shortly to be merged in that Identity; similarly Van Diemen's Land, Gibraltar and Stratford-on-Avon;     Briefly, I see Creation whipped!     O ye Colonels! I am with you (I too am a Colonel and on the pension-list);     I drink to the lot of you; to Colonels Cleveland, Hitt, Vanderbilt, Chauncey M. Depew, O'Donovan Rossa and the late Colonel Monroe;     I drink an egg-flip, a morning-caress, an eye-opener, a maiden-bosom, a vermuth-cocktail, three sherry-cobblers and a gin-sling!     Good old Eagle! PART II. INTERMEZZO DOLOROSO. [Allowing time for the fall of American securities to the extent of some odd hundred millions sterling; also for the Day of Rest.] PART III. ANDANTE AMABILE.         Who breathed a word of war?     Why, surely we are men and Plymouth brothers!     Pray, what in thunder should we cut each other's                 Carotids for?         Merciful powers forefend!     For we by gold-edged bonds are bound alway,     Besides a lot of things that never pay                 A dividend!         Christmas! we cry thee Ave!     At such a time, when hearts with love are filled,     It seems inopportune for us to build                 The needful navy.         In fact in many a church     Uprise the prayer and supplicating psalm     That Heaven would keep our spreading Eagle calm                 Upon his perch.         Goodwill and peace and plenty!     Our leading congregations here agree     To vote for this arrangement, nemine                 Contradicente.         Greatly be they extolled     Who occupied the tabernacle-chair     And put it to the meeting then and there                 And passed it solid!         That print has also played     A useful part that sent an invitation     To Redmond to relieve the situation                 (Answer prepaid).         Say, Sirs, and shall we sever?     And mar the fair exchange of fatted steers,     Chicago pig, and eligible peers?                 No! never, never!         Shall gore be made to flow?     Like kindred Sohrabs shall we knock our Rustums,     And blast our beautiful McKinley customs?                 Lord love us! no!         Then, burst the sundering bar!     Our punctured pockets yearn across the ocean;     Till now we never had the faintest notion                 How dear you are!         O love of other years!     Wall Street, aweary for her broken bliss,     Waits like a loving crocodile to kiss                 Again with tears!