(In point there is pith).
Oh, Myrtle! Oh, Black! Should I ever come back to that doctor-ruled, sulphur-drenched region,
May potions and baths, and those brisk plateau-paths cure my pains as before, though they're legion
(And spare me that narrow gate).
But—here's to that Home for Incurables! Rome was not built in a day, so they tell us,
But Charity always beginneth at home, and I'd say, if Bath will not be jealous—
That Home is—at Harrogate!
Q. E. D.
[Mr. Chamberlain said that Sir E. Ashmead-Bartlett "appeared to
be intellectually incapable of distinguishing between charges and proof.">[