He served three Heads with equal zeal
And equal absence of ambition;
He knew his power, and did not feel
The least desire for recognition;
But shrewd observers, who could trace
Back to their source results
far-reaching,
Saw the true Genius of the Place
Embodied in his life and teaching.
The War’s deep waters o’er
him rolled
As he beheld Young England
giving
Life prodigally, while the old
Lived on without the cause
for living;
And yet he never heaved a sigh
Although his heart was inly
riven;
He only craved one boon—to
die
In harness, and the boon was
given.
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=Vicarious Parenthood.=
“DABRERA.—Yesterday,
at 6.55 a.m. ‘Shernery,’ Bambalapitiya,
to Mr. and Mrs. Ossy Dabrera
a daughter. Grand parents doing
well.”—Ceylon
Independent.
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“Mr. J.H. Minns (Carlisle) charged the brewers of his city with allowing their tenants to be placed under the heel of the Control Board.... It was the cloven hoof of the unseen hand that the trade had to face in Carlisle.”—Derby Daily Express.
Mr. MINNS must cheer up. The Trade has only to wait for
“That auspicious day
when the velvet glove will be stripped for
ever from the cloven hoof
of the German Eagle.”—London Opinion.
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“The fact that a few girls earn abnormal wages has obscured in the public mind the the Board to accept the gift a Bill is to be age girl working 48 hours a week earned only 18s. or 19s. a week.”—Daily Paper.
This statement should go far to clear up the obscurity in the public mind.
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“Mr. ——
gave one of his popular lectures on ‘Alcohol’
and its
effects on March the 30th
in the Wesleyan school.”—True Blue
Magazine.
What exactly did happen on March 30th in the Wesleyan school?
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“WANTED, Smart Workman,
aged 80, and exempt from military
service, as handy man; must
be steady; a job for life for careful
man.”—Cambria
Daily Leader.
He must be particularly careful to guard against premature decease.
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[Illustration: Waitress. “WE HAVE A VERY REALISTIC MOCK-POTATO SOUP.”]
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=EMILY’S MISSION.=
It was all through Emily that I am to-day the man I am.
We were extraordinarily lucky to get her; there was no doubt about that. Her testimonials or character or references or whatever it is that they come to you with were just the last word. Even the head of the registry-office, a frigid thin-lipped lady of some fifty winters, with an unemotional cold-mutton eye, was betrayed, in speaking of Emily, into a momentary lapse from the studied English of her normal vocabulary.