Of any woman … when you greet her,

It won’t be in the rhythm of Praed;

You’ll have to find Peculiar Metre.

Mortimer Collins.

——:o:——

London’s ‘Suez Canal.’

What pretty girls one sees about

At rink and race, at ball and rout,

At drums and dinners!

In books, where Ænids find Geraints,