Your devoted Servant, THE BARON DE B.-W.”

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SUMMERUMBRELLA.

[Illustration]

I long for sunshine, such as there must be
In Egypt, blazing on the native Fellah;
I see no sun or sky, I only see
My own Umbrella!

“No sun, no moon,” as HOOD wrote long ago,
“No sky,” no star—­called, by the Romans, stella—­
Like negative November here below,
My own Umbrella!

Think not of “AMARYLLIS in the shade”! 
Can I play tennis in the rain with BELLA,
Holding aloft, while through the flood I wade,
My own Umbrella?

I’m sick of sitting in the Club to scoff;
I’ll take a walk.  Hang me!  Some English “fellah”
Has left his rotten gamp, and carried off

                    My own Umbrella!

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