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IGNIS FATUUS

Weep, weep, each loyal partisan, For Buckley, king of hearts;A most accomplished man; a manOf parts—of foreign parts.Long years he ruled with gentle sway, Nor grew his glory dim;And he would be with us to-day If we were but with him.Men wondered at his going off In such a sudden way;'Twas thought, as he had come to scoff He would remain to prey.Since he is gone we're all agreed That he is what men callA crook: his very steps, indeed, Are bent—to Montreal.So let our tears unhindered flow, Our sighs and groans have way:It matters not how much we Oh!— The devil is to pay.