Emily Jane. "Yes, I'm always a-sayin' to Father as 'e oughter retire from the Crossin', but keep at it 'e will, though it ain't just no more 'n the Broom as 'olds 'im up!"
Ditto to Mr. Courtney.
As after jackdaw chatter and owl-hooting,
Gratefully follows Philomel's dulcet fluting;
So, after Hanbury'S gibes and Healy's jeers,
Courtney's cool reason gladdens patriot ears.
O, si sic omnes! But though his sole voice
Sound "in the wilderness," yet some rejoice
To hear, 'midst blare of venomed wrath and vanity,
The moving tones of brave, sound-hearted sanity.
THE FLY ROUTE TO CASTLES IN THE AIR.
(By Our Imaginary Interviewer.)
I found The great man surrounded by plans and models of any number of wonderful inventions. Here was a clever scheme for spending a week's holiday in the Mountains of the Moon, there a recipe for removing the spots from the face of the sun. It would take too long to give an inventory of all the marvels. Enough to say their name was legion.
"And so you have discovered the secret of aërial navigation?" I asked, after I was comfortably seated.
The great man smiled. He evidently had solved the difficult problem.