And here and there an early calf
Staggers about with weakling frame;
It is a sight that makes me laugh;
I feel so glad I came.
The orchard with its early pink
(Cherry, I'm told) adorns the scene;
While the horse-chestnut (as I think)
Is well-nigh turning green.
So through the day I roam apart,
And bless the happy dawn of Spring,
Which thrills a butcher's homely heart
With such sweet visiting.
But soon the light begins to fade,
And I must quit these rural joys
To labour at my daily trade
Mid London's dust and noise.
Back to the buses and the trams,
To think on Spring's recurring boon,
Especially the calves and lambs:
They will be ready soon.
Dum-Dum.
"Carpentier was getting to be a sorry sight at the finish. There was hardly anything to indicate that Jeannette had been in a 15-round glove-fight."—Times.
"All this Carpentier stood well, and quick as lightning at long range cut the mulatto's face to bits."—Morning Post.
We think our contemporaries are carrying their rivalry with each other too far.