A “Sister” writes from Newcastle-upon-Tyne:—“Dear Mr. Editor,—In the March part of ‘B. O. P.’ occur two poems, ostensibly Dick’s and Tom’s Letter to yourself, anent the miseries which Tom inflicts upon Dick, and vice versa. Now, on perusal of the said poems, my small brother Harry discovered that some features of (to him, at least) absorbing interest had been omitted in their construction. ‘But that fellow hasn’t got red hair,’ he exclaimed, indignantly, ‘or else his brother would have bullied him about that, too.’ ‘Then since you have,’ I mildly ventured, to hint, ’suppose you write a description of your woes, and we’ll send it to the Editor. While I will have my say about ‘brothers,’ for really I don’t see why girls shouldn’t have a voice in the matter, seeing that they often have not only to mend, at unreasonable times, the said brothers’ wearing apparel, but also to bear at all seasons with their growlings.’
“So, Mr. Editor, Harry and I send you our humble offerings, which you are at perfect liberty to make public, if you see fit, or to banish to the realms of the W. P. B. if you don’t.
“Very truly yours,
“His Sister.”
Harry’s Complaint.
Who would not help me when I fell,
But bade me, roughly, “Stop that yell!”
Or, straightway, he “would go and tell?”
My Brother!