How wondrous prompt was W.G.

To back up SMITH! With what sly glee

The "Woman's-Rightists" did subside.

And—sub silentio—let you slide!

Your Grand Old Man, dears,—well, he's human.

He doesn't want some Grand Old Woman

As colleague or as rival. WOODALL?

Well, he is gentle, genial, good all;

But there's a twinkle in his eye

Persuades me that he would not die