THE KELPIE.
The scoffer rails at ancient tales
Of lake and stream and river;
The wise man owns that in his bones
The kelpie makes him shiver.
Big salmon-flies the scoffer buys,
Long rods and wading stockings;
Unpicturesque he walks in Esk
With unbelief and mockings.
"A river-horse! O-ho, of course!"
And shouts with ribald laughter;
He does not see in his cheap glee
The kelpie trotting after.
The storm comes chill from off the hill;
An eerie wind doth holloa;
And near and near by surges drear
The water-horse doth follow.
A snort, a snuff; enough, enough;
Past prayer or human help he
Comes never more to mortal door
Who meets the water-kelpie.
"THE KING ARRIVES IN SCOTLAND
ASKED TO LEAVE."
Consecutive Headlines in "The Daily Mirror."
The habit of reading the headlines in our pictorial newspapers without glancing at the pictures beneath them is liable to create false impressions.
Mrs. Symons (wishing to draw attention, in the time-honoured manner, to the amount of dust on the drawing-room furniture). "Look at that, Martha; I can write my name on the piano."
Martha. "Fancy, now, you spelling it with a 'y.'"