JUPITER TONANS!
"Shall I fetch your thunderbolt, Jove?" inquired Ganymede.—Ixion in Heaven.
Modern Jupiter loquitur:—
A bolt, a potent one, and brought at need!
That B-lf-r is a ready Ganymede.
And yet—and yet—ah, well, upon my soul,
A troublous function is the Thunderer's rôle.
'Tis vastly fine, of course; if fate would smile,
I fancy that the Cloud-Compeller's style
Would suit me sweetly; just the line I love;