THE CRY OF THE CUE-IST.
(To the Champion, by a Discouraged Competitor.)
Break, break, break,
On the smooth green board, O John!
And I would civil words could utter
My thoughts, as the game goes on!
O well for the three-figure runs
You have made since we opened play!
O ill for my nine thousand start,
Which you're lessening day by day!
And the marvellous shots go on
To your score, which is mounting still!
But O for a touch of that wondrous hand,
And a slice of that startling skill!
Break, break, break!
There's a shot! Great Scott! O, see!
What tender grace! And if once ahead
You will never "come back" to me!
"Epsom Spring Meeting."—In former times this used to be a fashionable rendezvous for invalids who went there to drink the beneficial waters of the Epsom Spring. Now there is not much water taken at these Spring Meetings; and what water is taken is not "an unmixed good."
A Lesson in "Book-keeping."—Never lend one.