Into corners, anywhere.
I silently laugh at my own cruel chaff;
And deriding man’s hopes so vain,
From a sky all gloom, to an earth like a tomb,
I come down a drencher again!
Punch. November 27, 1880, but equally appropriate in 1888.
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Seaward.
The bathers are splashing,
The spaniels are dashing,