Eyewitness to illusion.
From the Back of the Front.
Extract from a soldier's letter:—
"DEAR MOTHER,—I am thoroughly run down, and have grown so thin that when I get a pain in my middle I cannot tell whether it is a backache or a stomachache."
"The choristers and I.C.U. enlivened each station along the route by rending sacred songs and solos as The Kano Express drew in." —Lagos Weekly Record.
"That's torn it," said the conductor.
"Britons never shall be slaves if they will only remember the solemn warning of the author of the words—'To thine own self be true, and then thou canst be false to any man.'"—Letter in Scotch Paper.