greater than Antwerp, to which all the ships of the world should come as
they came now to Antwerp and to London. So dreaming, John Hudson saw
the shores of this new world vanish in the blue line, where earth and
sky are one.

NOTES

[1] The kindling of bonfires and beacon lights on the accession of a
sovereign or any other occasion of national rejoicing is a very old
custom in Britain and is still kept up. At the time of Queen Victoria's
jubilee trees were planted closely to form a great V on the side of the
Downs, and when the fires were lighted on Ditchling Beacon and other
heights the letter stood out black against the close turf of the
hillside.

[2] The account of Smith's campaigns and signalling code is given in his
autobiography.

[3] The Delaware.

[4] Some authorities consider the Hudson River to be actually a fiord or
fjord and not a true river.

[5] Greenwich Village.

IMPERIALISM

The Tailor sat with his goose on the table--
(Table of Laws it was, he said)
Fashioning uniforms dyed in sable,
Picked out with gold and sanguine red.

"This," he said as he snipped and drafted,
"Sublimely foreshadowing cosmic Fate
With world-dominion august, resplendent,
Will wear, as nothing can wear but Hate!

"Chimerical dreams of souls romantic
Are out of date as an old wife's rune.
Britain is doomed as Plato's Republic--"
When in at the door came a lilting tune!

_"Here to-day and gone to-morrow--
All in the luck of the road!
Didn't come to stay forever,
But we'll take our share of the load!"_

Highlanders, Irish, Danes, Egyptians,
Norman or Slav the dialects ran;
Something more than a board-school shaped them--
Drill and discipline never made man!

Once they knew Crecy, Hastings, Drogheda,
Moscow, Assaye, Khartoum or Glencoe,--
Now the old hatreds are tinder for campfires.
England has only her world to show!

They are not dreamers, these men of the Empire,
Guarding their land in the old-time way,
And this is the style that prevails in the Legions,--
"The foe of the past is a friend to-day."

_"It's a long, long road to the Empire
(From Beersheba even to Dan)
And the time is rather late for a chronic Hymn of Hate,--
And we know the tailor doesn't make the man!"_

XIX

ADMIRAL OF NEW E