"'I am being overwhelmed with letters offering services from all and sundry,' Mr. Chamberlain said yesterday.
'As I haven't even appointed a private secretary at present,' he added, 'it is obviously impossible for me even to open them.'"—Daily Sketch.
We suppose the Censor must have told him what they were about.
MUSCAT.
An ancient castle crowns the hill
That flanks our sunlit rockbound bay,
Where, in the spacious days of old,
Stout ALBUQUERQUE set his hold
Dealing in slaves and silks and gold