The noise suddenly ceased; the four black men had exploded.
"Very good exercise," my partner said.
"Quite," said I.
A.P.H.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Farmer_ (_booming his land to inquiring stranger_). "THAT
THERE LAND BE WORTH DREE HUNDRED POUND AN ACRE IF IT BE WORTH A PENNY, IT
BE. WERE YOU THINKING O' BUYING AN' SETTLING HERE?"
_Stranger_. "OH, NO. I'M THE NEW TAX-COLLECTOR."]
* * * * *
"We published yesterday a protest from an eminent correspondent against
the appointment of a British Ambassador to Berlin. We understand,
nevertheless, that LORD D'ABERNON has been selected for the
appointment."--_Times_.
Sir WILLIAM ORPEN is already at work, we understand, on a picture for next
year's Academy, entitled "David defying the Thunderer."
* * * * *
VANISHED GLORY.
(_The Life-tragedy of a Military Wag_.)
Time was I rocked the crowded tents
With laughter loud and hearty,
Librettist to the regiment's
Diverting concert party;
With choice of themes so very small
The task was far from tiring;
There really was no risk at all
Of any joke misfiring.
I found each gibe at army rules
Appreciated fully;
I sparkled when describing mules
As "embryonic bully,"
Or, aided by some hackneyed tune,
Increased my easy laurels
By stringing verses to impugn
The quartermaster's morals.
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