little kegs
And remobilised the stagnant circulation in his legs.
How they lifted up their voices, baying like an iron bell,
Till the monks of good St. Bernard heard the same and ran like hell--
Ran and bore him to their hospice, where they put him into bed
And applied a holy posset stiff enough to wake the dead.
Heir to this superb tradition, born to such a pride of race,
From the doggy _flair_ that tells you what a lineage you can trace
You will draw, I trust, a solace for the strange and alien scene
Where you undergo purgation in a stuffy quarantine.
Further, if a homesick feeling sets you itching in the scalp
With a wave of poignant longing for the odour of an Alp,
Let this thought (a thing of splendour) help to keep your pecker up--
You have had a high promotion; you are now a Premier's pup!
You shall guard his sacred portals, you shall eat from off his plate,
Mix with private secretaries, move behind the veil of State,
And at Ministerial councils, as a special form of treat,
You shall sniff at WINSTON'S trousers, you shall fondle CURZON'S feet.
You may even serve your master as an expert, one who knows
All the rules regarding salvage in the Great St. Bernard snows,
Do him good by utilising your hereditary gift
To retrieve his Coalition from a constant state of drift.
O.S.
* * * * *
THE PRODIGIES.
We--Great-aunts Emily and Louisa--had in our innocence been telling a
few old fairy stories at bedtime to those three precocities whom our
hosts call their children.
We knew that they talked Latin and Greek in their sleep and were too
much for their parents in argument, but we thought that at least, at
the story hour----
We were stopped by Drusilla. "I don't think much of the moral of that
one," she remarked. "It would seem to illustrate the Evil Consequences
of Benevolence!"
"But she came alive again," said Evadne, the youngest, in extenuation.
"And the wolf was killed," we ventured in defence of our old story.
"Still," persisted Drusilla, "you couldn't call it encouraging."
"Then in the other case," went on Claude thoughtfully, "considering
that she had been left in sole charge of the house and had no business
to go out and leave it to the mercy of burglars, what moral are we to
draw from the fact that she married a Prince and lived happily ever
afterwards?"
"Most of them have that sort of moral," said Drusi
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