HOW CANADA AND THE U. S. MAY BECOME ONE.

It is such a fad at present For each poet effervescent, To assail the "cross" or "crescent" And the "Cleveland message" grim; That we pondered for a minute Thinking we would not be "in it" If we did not aid some Linnet With a little of our din.

Now we're not at'all unwilling To receive a course of "drilling" If successful in dispelling Just a little of the mist Which is hanging thickly over Our detractor, brother Grover, And that rank sedition mover, Called the jingo journalist.

There are men among you moving Who're ostensibly peace loving, While their conduct's always proving The reverse to be their toast; They eternally are blowing Like a game cock, bent on showing By his loud defiant crowing That he's there to rule the roost!

Tho' you send a warlike "message" Do not punctuate its passage Crying "cut 'em into sassage, Now beware, you crippled cuss": All such ravings out of season Should be classified as treason, Guard your tongues and use your reason In considering the "fuss."

If again your mind should rove Around the field of Carnage Grover, We would have you think it over In the light of common sense; Ponder well the pain and labor It would cause to quell your neighbor; And be sure you hide your saber 'Ere you venture through our fence.

Why rely on jingo blowing If you're bent upon subduing Brave Canadians who've been growing Since they met Montgomery? Drop your systematic hounding, And your epithets loud sounding For we've pipers here abounding Who could blow you out to sea!

If you saw bold piper Ronald Of the warlike Clan Macdonald, And the way in which he pommelled O'er a hundred of your ranks; You would soon be after wishing You had always kept a-fishing Right at home, instead of swishing Warlines over Britain's banks!

And it seems to us so very Queer that Highlanders who quarry Monumental stones at Barre, Did not scare away your frowns: Had they started with their hammers Down among your city bummers, It would take you many summers To repopulate your towns.

Yea, at prospects of a battle From old Bangor to Seattle Each Canadian would skedaddle To defend his home and kin; And from Picton to Vancouver We would welcome each one over; Thus united, brother Grover, Would you have a chance to win?

Then relinquish Yankee dodges, We would warn you to be cautious; Silence rabid Cabot Lodges And your jingo journalists. Friendship's thread already slender Needs a sapient defender— As the lion's tail is tender From so many ruthless twists!

We have often heard it stated When by jingoists berated, That the people here were fated To be "taken in by Sam." But believe us, brother Grover, Coming ages will discover That you cannot get us over In that manner by a d——!

There's another way that's better Than coercion and the fetter, And we'll tell you in this letter How to circumvent the end: Cultivate a better feeling For your neighbor in your dealing— As you'll never see us kneeling For the favors you can lend.

Let events their course pursuing Glide along as they've been doing— Let our people interwooing— Intermarry—buy and sell; Let your friendly salutation, Be extended to this nation, Let the law of gravitation Do the rest and all is well!

You have often sold a daughter To some dude across the water, While the title high(?) which bought her You so seemingly ignore; Why not send us a cotillion Of those girls who own a million For our hardy northern gillian On the old Canadian shore?

You may think this would not do, but We can tell you that your "blue blood" Isn't "in it" with the true blood Of our bracing Northern clime— Better far to take their chances With Xavier at Lac St. Francis Than to purchase the advances Of coin hunters of our time!