Till Judge of Calaveras produced a curious set
Of missives in red pencil what he said were from Tibet.[[3]]
From these he reconstructed a Mahatma (very rare),
A Nest of that peculiar kind pertaining to a Mare;
But Mrs. Besant found a rival missive on the shelf,[[4]]
And said she fancied Mr. Judge had written his himself.[[5]]
Then Judge’s smile took on a most unpleasant sort of curve;
He said he would not trespass so on Mrs. B.’s preserve.
He was a most resourceful man, that quiet Mr. Judge;
He got another missive saying Mrs. B.’s was fudge.[[6]]