TO SAINT VALENTINE.
Patron of hearts and darts and smarts
(Which, I suspect, you stole
From Cupid, when the Pagan arts—
Which only edified in parts—
Took on an aureole),
And patron of the robins, who
Select your day to mate
(An act, from any point of view,
Considering what March can do,
Rash and precipitate),
We seek no boon for any friend
(Or lover, if you like);
We only ask that you will send,
If saintly powers so far extend,
On day without its strike.
THE DRUG HABIT—ALARMING
DEVELOPMENT.
"The old-fashioned doctor is scandalised at the trade union movement in the profession. In extreme cases he is said to be taking his own medicines."—Provincial Paper.
Extract from The London Customs Bill of Entry, January 25th:—
"Import, s. @ Rotterdam, of Holland, 175 bdls baskets containing 700 strikes."
We always suspected they were of foreign origin; and here we have "manifest" proof.
From a report of Col. F.B. MILDMAY'S speech:—
"Just as an accomplished horseman exercised ideal control over the strongest horse with the lightest hand, so Mr. Lowther had shown such tactful skill in handling them that those who had sat under him had bus-consciously been disposed to accept his guidance."
Provincial Paper.
A praiseworthy effort of the printer to keep up the metaphor.
