HERBS OF GRACE.
IV.
THYME.
All things true,
All things sweet—
Summer-dawn dew
And Love's heart-beat;
All things holy,
Hill-flow'rs lowly,
A far church-chime—
These things dwell
In the smell
Of Thyme.
All things clean,
All things pure—
Joys that have been
And faiths that endure;
All things sunny,
Bee-song and honey,
Sheep-walks, rhyme—
These things dwell
In the smell
Of Thyme.
All things set
With sharp sweet pain—
April regret
For vows yet vain;
All things fragrant,
Thoughts long vagrant
From Beauty's clime—
These things dwell
In the smell
Of Thyme.
"Sir John Simon, K.C., cited as an illustration the friendship between Daniel and Jonathan. The Lord Chief Justice: I become very nervous when you support your law by quoting Scripture."—Daily Mail.
We always feel more nervous when people misquote Scripture for their purpose.
"The Lord Mayor of London, Sir William Dunn, accompanied by other members of the City Council in their robes, and the Lady Mayoress, were amongst the very large conflagration at St. Patrick's, Soho. An eloquent sermon was preached."—Irish Paper.
"Burning words," indeed.
From a description of the difficulties of the members of the Press Gallery in reporting Mr. BONAR LAW:—
"Since he has become leader of the House they have aged and grown haggard and dejected. The sound of his voice fills them with bread."—Birmingham Daily Post.
Well, in these days that ought to afford them ample consolation.
"Sir Richard L. Borden's name, now a household word, became familiar only six years ago."—Daily Paper.
But even now he is not so well known as Sir ROBERT!