Dig and drain, and harrow and sow,
God will bless you beyond all measure;
Labour, and meet with reward below,
For what is the end of all labour? Plea-
sure!
Labour's the vine, and pleasure's the grape;
The one delighting, the other bearing.
FEMININE WHISPERS
Higginson's third is losing her shape.
She hes too many—it's dreadful wearing.