presented to him that a
lady with some luggage desires to charter his conveyance and proceed
to Hampstead. He comes forward to the centre and explains:_

_1. That it is near the dinner-hour._

_2. That he has no petrol._

_3. That he wouldn't do it for_ LLOYD GEORGE _hisself_.

_He retires to his vehicle and resumes his hookah._ PAVLOVA _dances
some dances expressive of Spring, of Butterflies, of Flowers, of
Unlimited Gold. In the midst of the final passage the driver leaps
from his seat, rushes on to the platform, jumps three hundred and
eighty-five times into the air, whirls_ PAVLOVA _off her toes and
dashes from side to side, carrying her in one hand. He finally flings
her into the taxicab and returns to his seat. The luggage is piled
upon the roof by dancing porters and tied with many-coloured ribbons.
The taxi departs in a cloud of petrol, the driver steering with his
toes and manipulating the clutches with his hands. Farewells are waved
and finally, surrounded by the rest of the porters, the_ Station
Master _and_ Bill _dance a dance of Glad Sacrifice, stab themselves
with their hands, and die_.

CURTAIN OF SMOKE.

Mind you, as I said at the beginning, I wasn't there myself, but I helped
to steer three boxes to the seaside during the Easter holiday without the
blandishments of Art. So I know something.

EVOE.

* * * * *

LABUNTUR ANNI.

TO A CHITAL HEAD ON THE WALL OF A LONDON CLUB.

Light in the East, the dawn wind singing,
Solemn and grey and chill,
Rose in the sky, with Orion swinging
Down to the distant hill;
The grass dew-pearled and the _mohwa_ shaking
Her scented petals across the track,
And the herd astir to the new day breaking--
Gods! how it all comes back.

So it was, and on such a morning
Somebody's bullet sped,
And you, as you called to the herd a warning,
Dropped in the grasses dead;
And some stout hunter's heart was brimming
For joy that the gods of sport were good--
With a lump in his throat and his eyes a-dimming,
As the eyes of sportsmen should;--

As mine have done in the springtime running,
As mine in the halcyon days
Ere trigger-finger had lapsed from cunning
Or foot from the forest ways,
When I'd wake with the stars and the sunrise meeting
In the dewy fragrance of myrrh and musk,
Pea