For they’re down, deep down, in Dead Man’s Town,
    Twenty fathoms under the clean green waters. 
  No more hauling sheets in the rolling treasure fleets,
    No more stinking rations and dread red slaughters;
  No galley oars shall bow them nor shrill whips cow them,
    Frost shall not shrivel them nor the hot sun smite,
  No more watch to keep, nothing now but sleep—­
    Sleep and take it easy in the long twilight.

      The bells of Cadiz tolled for them
                Mournful and glum;
      Up in the Citadel requiems rolled for them
                On the black drum;
      Priests had many a mass to handle,
      Nuestra Senora many a candle,
      And many a lass grew old in praying
      For a sight of those topsails homeward swaying—­
  But it’s late to wait till a girl is bride of
  A Jack who won’t be back this side of
                Kingdom Come.

  But little they care down there, down there,
    Hid from time and tempest by the jade-green waters;
  They have loves a-plenty down at fathom twenty,
    Pearly-skinned silver-finned mer-kings’ daughters. 
  At the gilt quarter-ports sit the Dons at their sports,
    A-dicing and drinking the red wine and white,
  While the crews forget their wrongs in the sea-maids’ songs
    And dance upon the foc’sles in the grey ghost light.

PATLANDER.

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    “REMARKABLE OVAL SCORING.” Evening Paper Contents Bill.

We have made some remarkable scores of that shape ourselves in the past, but we never boast about them.

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    “He believed that the English pronounced in the streets of
    London in, say, 200 years’ time, will be much different, if not
    unintelligible, to the man of to-day.”—­Daily Paper.

Just like the English in some of our newspapers.

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    “The Secretary of State for India is not persona grata either to
    the British House of Commons or to the British public.  That is the
    old-fashioned English of it.”—­Bangalore Daily Post.

It would be interesting to see the old-fashioned Latin of it.

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“Will any Lady Recommend Country Home of the best where 2 precious Poms can be happy and would be looked after for 6 weeks?  Surrey preferred.”—­Morning Paper.

Think of their disgust at finding themselves boarded out in Sussex or Kent.

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    “Young Hungarian Lady with English and German knolidgement wants
    sob with English or American Organization.”—­Pester Lloyd.

        Laugh and the world laughs with you;
          Sob and you sob alone.

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