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February _1 6 | en en en n en e erneeeemeneememenmmeeeemmmmemememmmemmenmmmmmmmmmemeammme--mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmememmmmmenmemenm . ! | y « i ! Henry's Soliloquy ; ' (With Compiireents to Shakespeare.) an "Henry's Soliloquy" was read to the Ontario Legislature yesterday by lw. E. N. Sinclair, K.C. (Liberal, Ontario South), with Mr. Sinclair's oom-! pliments to William Skakespeare. The effort was received with wild | i acclaim, even from Conservative benches, and read as follows: | * | To be beer or not to be beer, that is the question. ' | Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer ' | The slings and arrows of outrageous taunts, | Or to take arms against a sea of troubles es And by opposing end them? To drink--to sleep; | No more; and by a sleep to say we end 'The headache and the thousand natural shocks | 'That flesh receives from beer; 'tis a consummation [ _ Devoutly to be wished. To drink, to sleep; | To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; y | For in that sleep of beer what dreams may come | When we have shuffled off this term of office | Must give us pause: there's the danger * ' 'That makes calamity of so long delay; | For who would bear the whips and scorns of brewers, | The hoteclman's wrongs, the Prohibitionists' threats, : 'The pangs of thirst, the law's restraints, s | 'The insclence of beer drinkers and the spurns s 'That patient merit of the dilatory takes, *~. e When he himself might his quietus make s : With some decision reached? Who would delay, | | To grunt and sweat under a weary life, } | But that the dread of something after the election, t The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will f And makes us rather bear these ills we have . 'Than fly to others that we know not of? : Thus an election does make cowards of us all; < And tkus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of this thought, 4 And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn away, And lose the name of action. Soft you now! R | O Jovial Bacchus, for all my thoughtfulness s Be all my delays forgotten.