)el. TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 1926.
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rom Nactes .4na5rosia,e, in Blackrvoods Magazine.
he MARCH OF INTELLECT-A NEW SONG.
Tune" Through al the Enpioynien:s Of Life. /"
oh J Learnings very fine thing,
AS also is wisdom and knowledge,
For man is as great as king
If he has but the airs of college.
And nowadays all must admit,
In Learning we're wQndrously favour'd,
For you scarce DER your window can spit,
But some learned man is beslaver'd!


Sing, tol de rol lo, &c.
Well all of us shortly be doom'd
To part with our plain understanding,
For Intellect now has assumed
An attitude truly commanding!
All ranks are SO dreadfully wise,
Common sense is set quite at defiance,
And the child for its porridge that cries,
Must cry in the language of Science,


Sing, tol de rol lol, &c.
The Weaver it surely becomes,
To talk Of his webs involution,
For doubtless the hero of thrums
Is member of some institution;
He speaks of supply and demand,
With the airs ofa great legislator
And almost can tell you off hand,
That the smaller is less than the greater


Sing, tol de rol lol, &c.
The Tailor in cutting his cloth,
Will speak of the true conc section,
And no Tailor is now such Goth,
But he talks Of his trades genuhection!
If you laugh at his bandy.legged clan,
He calls it unhandsome detraction,
And cocks up his chin like man
Though we know that he's only fraction!


Sing, tol de rol lol, &c.
The blacksmith midst cnders and smoke,
Whose visage is one of the dimmes,
His furnace profoundly will poke,
With the air of practical chemist:
Poor Vulcan has recently got
A lingo that's almost historic,
And can tell you that iron is hot.
Because it is fll'd with saloric


Sing, toll de rol lol, &c.
The Mason in book-learned tone,
Describes in the very best grammar
The resistance that dwells in the stone,
And the power that resides in the hammer;
For the son of the trowel and hod
Looks as big as the frog in the Fable,
While he talks in jargon as odd
AS his brethren the builders of Babel!


Sing. tol de rol lol, &c.
The Cobler who sits at your gate
Now pensively points his hogs bristle,
Though the very same cobler of late
O'er his work used 10 sing and TO whistle;
But cobbling's paltry pursuit
For a man of polite education
His works may be trod under foot,
Yet he's one of the Lords Of Crcation


Sing, tol de rol lol, &c.
Oh learning's very fine thing
1t almost is treason to doubt it,
Yet many of whom could sing,
Perhaps might as well be without it
And without it my days will pass,
For to me it was ne'er worth dollar,
And don't wish to look like an ASS
BY trying to talk like Scholar j!


Sing, tol de rol lol, &c.
Let schoolmasters bother their brain
In their dry and their musty yocation
BUT what can the rest of us gain
By meddling with such botheraton?
We cannot be very far wrong,
If we live like our fathers before US,
Whose Learning went round in the song,
And whose cares were dispelled in the Chorus


Sing, tol de rol lol, &c.