27 JANUARY 1906, Page 34

POE TRY.

THE EJECTED MEMBER'S WIFE.

WE shall see her no more On that balcony, Smiling while hurt at the roar As of surging sea From our stormy sturdy band Who have doomed her lord's cause, Though she waves her little band As it were applause.

Here will be candidates yet, And candidates' wives Fervid with zest to set Their ideals on our lives ; Here will come market-men On the market-days, Here will clash now and then More party-assays.

And the balcony will fill When such times are renewed, And the throng in the street will thrill With to-day's mettled mood ;— But she will no more stand In the sunshine there, With that wave of her white-gloved hand And that chestnut hair. TnomAs HARDY.