COULD draw on wood at a very tender age. When a mere child I once drew a small cartload of turnips over a wooden bridge. The people of the village noticed me. I drew their attention.
C. F. Browne, Artemus Ward's Lecture.
HAT all-softening over-powering knell,
The tocsin of the soul—the dinner-bell.
Lord Byron, Don Juan.
OW Darwin proves as clear as mud,
That, endless ages ere the Flood,
The Coming Man's primeval form
Was simply an Ascidian worm:
And having then the habit got
Of passing liquor down his throat,
He keeps it still, and shows full well
That Man—was—once——a leather bottèl.
Lord Neaves, Songs and Verses.