Arrière Pensée, Tootles, Pongo and Hugging: see answer to Ciudad Rodrigo.
I did an injustice to Parnassian in my answer to him last week. Owing to a misprint I was made to say that "his poems were written" (which they were not, but typed, and very excellently typed too). What I meant to say was that his poems were rotten. Sorry.
THE MILITANT'S SONG.
Each morning, vigorous and bright,
I sing my little song:—
"If I don't do the thing that's right
I'll do the thing that's wrong."
And if I chance to miss my aim
By slight miscalculation