My constancy's staunch, like my valour and virtue.
Through Fire, Water, Wilderness trackless I'll follow,
But astray in a Maze high ambition seems hollow!
WATERLOO TO WEYBRIDGE.
BY THE 6.5 P.M.
A young man—it's no matter who—
Hailed a cab and remarked "Waterloo!"
The driver, with bowed
Head, sobbed out aloud,