Expound me this thusness, I pray.”
“At swallowing camels,” Lord Wolseley replied,
“Dear England’s digestion’s not weak.
She will gulp down whole arkfuls—like me to succeed,
Try advertisement, butter, and—cheek!”
Skriker.
“New honours, Lord Wolseley,” cried Roberts “you get,
Though your victories were very small;
You’re head of the army, and War Office pet—