Chapter 200 THE ORIOLE.

One of the ones that Midas touched,

Who failed to touch us all,

Was that confiding prodigal,

The blissful oriole.

So drunk, he disavows it

With badinage divine;

So dazzling, we mistake him

For an alighting mine.

A pleader, a dissembler,

An epicure, a thief, -

Betimes an oratorio,

An ecstasy in chief;

The Jesuit o