The thing's as easy now as A B C.
You know to-morrow's weather at a glance,
So, though we would not willingly o'ertask you,
When next we seek the weather in advance,
We'll simply drop a letter-card to ask you.
A Cure.—"No," said Mrs. R., after some consideration, "although I do feel a touch of rheumatism now and then, yet I do not fancy going abroad for treatment. There's some place where you drink waters and take a bath, and then are tucked up in bed for the remainder of the day. It's in Germany, I fancy, and I think they call the place Underdelinen."
A HINT.
You read my verse; the praises you bestow