'The veriest nonsense, possessing the quality that makes it akin to Carroll's work.'—New York Bookworm.
'It is difficult to see the humour of—
"Philip, foozling with his cleek,
Drove his ball through Helen's cheek.
Sad they bore her corpse away,
Seven up and six to play."'
—The Scotsman.
LONDON: EDWARD ARNOLD, 41 & 43 Maddox St., W.
BY THE SAME AUTHOR.
BALLADS OF THE BOER
WAR.
Fcap. 8vo., buckram. 3s. 6d. net.
LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS.
(Second Edition.)
'There is unquestionably a good deal of human nature in the book, and as an expression of sentiments which have remained hitherto inarticulate, as a revelation not always edifying, but often illuminating, of the heart of the man in the ranks, this little volume is a distinct addition to the literature of the war.'—Spectator.