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here is work for most, However tired they be, That there are Offices engrossed In finding me a well-paid post Of suitable degree; That there are businesses that itch To make the young lieutenant rich, Yet I have not discovered which Is itching after me. And this is strange; for I could shine In any place you please, Although, if there is any line Which is most obviously mine, It is the man of ease-- The man whose intellect is such He never has to labour much, But does the literary touch In comfort at "The Leas." Or I could be a splendid Squire And watch the harvest grow, Could urge the reaper to perspire And put the cattle in the byre (If that is where they go), And every morning do the rounds Of my immense ancestral grounds With six or seven faithful hounds, And say, "It looks like snow." And there are moments when I feel The diplomatic call; No trickery would long conceal The state of things at Bubazeel When I was at the Ball, To spy across the "brilliant floors" On daughters of Ambassadors, And "obviate" impending wars By dancing with them all. A bishopric I can't afford, Though I could give it tone, And often when the people snored I've felt they would not be so bored By sermons of my own; But if the Secretaries cry For secretaries--here am I; Or nobly would I occupy The taxi-driver's throne. For I should beam across the street When people waved at me, And say, "My petrol's incomplete, I haven't had my bit of meat Nor yet my bit of tea, But just because I like your face I'll take you out to any place However distant from my base-- And ask no extra fee." And yet I doubt could England bear To see my rest destroyed? A soul so delicate and fair Should simply saunter through the air And cultivate the void; One would not readily degrade One's loveliness in _any_ trade, Only, of course, one must be paid For being unemployed. A. P. H. * * * * * SMITH MINOR PROFFERS A REQUEST. _(An authentic document_.) Will you please send me a fountain pen because nearly every boy but me has a fountain pen and I should so like to have one because I often want to write something outside and I carn't and then when I come in I don't no what it is and I m
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