Part 5

A very clever and most ingeniously constructed tricycle has lately been brought forward by Messrs Ayrton and Perry, the great peculiarity of which consists in the fact that it is driven, not by the feet, but by electricity, thereby saving all labour. It is described as an open-fronted machine of the usual pattern, but with its ordinary driving-gear removed. The driving-wheel is forty-four inches in diameter, and close to it is a large spur-wheel containing two hundred and forty-two teeth. The motor is placed beneath the seat, and the armature spindle carries a spindle of twelve teeth, gearing into the spur-wheel, by which both motion and speed are regulated. The battery is composed of Faure, Sellon, Volknar cells, and is so placed as to act direct upon the spur-wheel, so that there is no loss of power. When fully charged, the battery is said to contain a store of electricity equal to what is understood as two horse-power. The engine is entirely under the control of the rider, and pace can be regulated to a nicety. Such a machine will be found invaluable to invalids, and persons who do not care for driving horses or travelling at a very high rate of speed; and, as neither fire nor water is required, there is no fear of explosion, smoke, or mess.

QUITS!

Indeed, they have not grieved me sore, Your faithlessness and your deceit; The truth is, I was troubled more How I should make a good retreat: Another way my heart now tends; We can cry quits, and be good friends.

I found you far more lovable, Because your fickleness I saw, For I myself am changeable, And like, you know, to like doth draw: Thus neither needs to make amends; We can cry quits, and be good friends.

While I was monarch of your heart, My heart from you did never range; But from my vassal did I part, When you your lady-love did change: No penalty the change attends; We can cry quits, and be good friends.

Farewell! We’ll meet again some day, And all our fortunes we’ll relate; Of love let’s have no more to say, ’Tis clear we’re not each other’s fate. Our game in pleasant fashion ends; We can cry quits, and be good friends.

CATHERINE GRANT FURLEY.

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