A FRAGMENT.
They lifted him with kindly care;
They took him by the heels and head;
Across the floor, and up the stair,
They bore him safely to his bed.
They wrapped the blankets warm and tight,
And round about his nose and chin
They drew the sheets, and tucked them in,
And whispered: "Poor old boy, good-night!"
He murmured, "Boys, oh, deary, deary,
That punch was strong," he said;
He said: "I am aweary, weary—
Thank heaven, I've got to bed!
Australian Paper.