... THE MILLIONAIRE'S TRAGEDY An American Ballad OH, fly with me! My motor waits Profusely panting at your gates. The Luncheon Trust has stocked the car With ortolans and caviare. My chaitffeur is an English peer, Adept to drive, and mend the gear If aught should buckle, break, or bust. I hire him of the Motor Trust. Fast, fast along we fly But stay A bulky bullock blocks the way. Upon his ribs ...

... i. Faith moveth mountains, faith alone, As Doctor Dowie well hath shown More palatable far than pills, Faith by imagination cures Imaginary ills. A due amount of dollars, paid Cash down, ensures A quick relief, a painless aid For all diseases ever known And all the doctor's stock-in-trade Is faith, and faith alone. ii. Faith moveth mountains, faith alone Yet moveth not the hearts of stone Of ...

... WANTED WANTED, a really Plain, but Experienced and Efficient GOVERNESS for three girls, eldest sixteen Music, French, and German required brilliancy of conversation, fascination of manners and symmetry of form objected to, as the father is much at home, and there are grown-up sons. Address Mater, etc. I. Willi a fascinating father, And sons who've all done growing, It goes without my showing, ...

... MIXED MEMORIES A Lay of Ancient Rome [Dr. Lunn's parties in Rome, writes a correspondent who was recently a member of one, often have the benefit of the learning of Professor Reynaud, who takes them the round of the antiquities, and explains everything. I have listened to him with attention and, I think, with profit. Those points in his discourses which I recollect most clearly I have ...

... A MAIDENS PRAYER A LA MODE On St. Valentine's Eve Dear Valentine, I hope you'll bring A word from Jack, some pleasant sign No fluffy, curly paper thing, Dear Valentine. But rather, say, a pretty ring, All emerald and opaline, Hinting St. Peter's in the spring. Hearts and darts and scribbling You know, sweet saint, are no/ my line. I love a brilliant, shimmering, Dear Valentine. E. M. ...

... j I However bright the sun may shine, I'll of it take no heed Nor of the pretty speckled kine That trample in the mead The stream that sparkles in its fall Runs onward to the brine But I will mind it not at all Till Heartsdelight be mine. j fc fc The mavis to his mate may sing His melody so fine, I And birds that welcome back the spring May recognise the sign. Tho' other ears their songs ...

... Horas non numero nisi serenas. Some time ago, a sun-dial was placed upon the wall of a new building in Fleet Street. It has not yet seen the sun. List to the Sun-dial's lament, Ye that pass with hurrying feet, Mid murk and smoke unkindly pent And prisoned in a city street. Not where the fog of London lowers In sullen gloom his place should be. He should have stood to count the hours In some ...

... H In the opinion of the Poet Laureate, the touchstone of poetry is its power to transfigure the commonplace. In the Last Night and his poems dealing with South Africa there will be found specimens of the transforming power of the poet. I would not change the poet's high estate, Were there an opportunity to do so, To be a monarch such as was the late Lamented Crusoe. Nor over all the realm of ...

... Leap Year A Reply ''Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have lost at all. I'll be a brother to you, dear, But not that tenderer, closer other 1 think I'll try some other year I'll be a brother Courteous and gay, fondly sincere, A kindly cousin, loving mother, Changing from jolly to severe. But husband, Nell, seems borne, drear, Conventions all romances smother So, though you'll ...

... The Met tic System is now before a Select Committee of the House of Lords. Evening Paper. Whene'er with aching head I pore And con that table o'er and o'er, I soon have reason to deplore The presence of reporters With muffled curse and heart-wrung moan I cry, Oh is a stone a stone, Or one and just three quarters My trembling family come round To soothe my grief when I have found A pound is ...

... After Shelley One phrase men too often profane For me to profane it They use it again and again Till I loathe and disdain it. What punishment, tell me, will fit That digestive vagary Which made men believe it was wit Just to say Little Mary? The phrase I have mentioned above Has a natural brother And I give not what men call love To one or the other My soul, though as hardy as most, Is stung ...

... A Leap-Year Investment (a swinburnian rhapsody.) By fears that are grisly I'm haunted, by terrors phantasmal obsessed, By doom that is dire I am daunted, strange visions my slumbers molest-- Strange visions of maids in a bevy who court me, and press me and woo, Till my soul with fatigue is made heavy, my outlook on life is made blue 1 As in hundreds they chase and pursue me, they fill me ...