ARTHUR McEWEN.

Posterity with all its eyes Will come and view him where he lies. Then, turning from the scene away With a concerted shrug, will say: “H'm, Scarabaeus Sisyphus — What interest has that to us? We can n't admire at all, at all, A tumble-bug without its ball.” And then a sage will rise and say: “Good friends, you err — turn back, I pray: This freak that you unwisely shun Is bug and ball rolled into one.”