"Say, foolish females, bold and blind,
Say, by what fatal turn of mind,
Are you on vices most severe
Wherein yourselves have greatest share?"
[Here arises a general criss-cross clatter of contradictions, and the gentlemen come in to join the ladies.
Mr. Neverout (quoting)—
"Now voices over voices rise,
While each to be the loudest vies;
They contradict, affirm, dispute,
No single tongue one moment mute;
All mad to speak and none to hearken,
They set the very lap-dog barking."
We were disputing, ladies, as to whether these lines were Swift's or another's. Can you settle the point?
Miss Notable (snappishly). Oh, ask a policeman—or a New Woman!!!
OUR OWN TORRIST IN NORTH DEVON.
