"All rights reserved," they'll calmly state,
O'er me. And here am I!
GUESSES AT GOODWOOD.
(By a Transatlantic Cousin, according to English ideas.)
That I shall get puppar to take me and mother down in real style.
That we will wake up sleepy old Europe, and show these insolent insulars that we are above small potatos.
That I shall cut out the Britisher Misses, and make their mummars sit up.
That I shall take care that luncheon is not neglected, and see that all my party, like the omnibuses, are full inside.
That I shall think very small of the races, so long as I get my boxes of gloves.