Category: Poetry
Reading one day in our "Organ," I was happy and quite at ease. A band was playing the "_Lost Chord_," Outside--in three several keys. But _I_ cared not how they were playing, Those puffing Teutonic men; For I'd "cut the record" at cycling, And was ten-mile champion then!
Reading one day in our "Organ," I was happy and quite at ease. A band was playing the "_Lost Chord_," Outside--in three several keys. But _I_ cared not how they were playing, Th...
2. Part 2_Mr. L._ (_warmly_). My dear Madam, I can sympathise with you entirely. I've often thought that Parliament ought to pass a Bill for enforcing a close-time in domestic music. Of...
3. Part 3Pray consider my verse, which, if learnt by heart pat, forms The best of all tips for political platforms. With a slight dash of MILL you may burden your speeches, You may tell...