LATTER-DAY WARNINGS. When legislators keep the law, When banks dispense with bolts and locks, When berries, whortle—rasp—and straw— Grow bigger downwards through the box,— When he that selleth house or land Shows leak in roof or flaw in right,— When haberdashers choose the stand Whose window hath the broadest light,— When preachers tell us all they think, And party leaders all they mean,— When what we pay for, that we drink, From real grape and coffee-bean,— When lawyers take what they would give, And doctors give what they would take,— When city fathers eat to live, Save when they fast for conscience’ sake,— When one that hath a horse on sale Shall bring his merit to the proof, Without a lie for every nail That holds the iron on the hoof,— When in the usual place for rips Our gloves are stitched with special care, And guarded well the whalebone tips Where first umbrellas need repair,— When Cuba’s weeds have quite forgot The power of suction to resist, And claret-bottles harber not Such dimples as would hold your fist,— When publishers no longer steal, And pay for what they stole before,— When the first locomotive’s wheel Rolls through the Hoosac tunnel’s bore;— Till then let Cumming a blaze away, And Miller’s saints blow up the globe; But when you see that blessed day, Then order your ascension robe! The company seemed to like the verses, and I promised them to read others occasionally, if they had a mind to hear them. Of course they would not expect it every morning. Neither must the reader suppose that all these things I have reported were said at any one breakfast-time. I have not taken the trouble to date them, as Raspail, père, used to date every proof he sent to the printer; but they were scattered over several breakfasts; and I have said a good many more things since, which I shall very possibly print some time or other, if I am urged to do it by judicious friends. I finished off with reading some verses of my friend the Professor, of whom you may perhaps hear more by and by. The Professor read them, he told me, at a farewell meeting, where the youngest of our great Historians met a few of his many friends at their invitation. CONTENTS Yes, we