V.
And yet MARKISS, mine,
I shall not despair.
You are somewhat out of it
At the present moment.
And I am not sure—
Not gorged with certainty—
That Mr. G. would be
Inclined to make amends.
He is old; he is agëd.
Prejudice lurks amid
His scant white locks,
And forbids the stretch-
Ing forth of generous hand in whose
Recesses coyly glint
The Bart. or K.C.B.