"Well, I'd thought some of enlisting for the Chilian War, but Irishdon't like war. Gives him the fidgits. I made a 'Farewell' going out.I thought I'd come round and tell it to you." He sang hoarsely asfollows:

"Tommy and Dorcas, now adieu; I drops a briny tear on, Mayor, my memories of you; Stevey that brought the beer on; Farewell across the waters yellow, 0h, Jiron.

"Farewell the evenings of ba'my smell, Farewell the alligator, Special them little ones that dwell In the muck hole with their mater. Farewell, Portate, oh, farewell, Equator."

"You see," he says, "the point of going to war is this way, because

"The damage you do Ain't totted to you But explained by the habits of nations.