In the war-whoop of a weevil.
This was indignantly censored as a libel, but he excused himself on the plea that "evil" was the only possible rhyme to be found for "weevil," and declared that his very last intention had been to be personal or to cast the least reflection on the lovable disposition of Mnemosyne, so we forgave him with a caution.
Well, Mnemosyne is gone, and the ship seems a dull place without this exhilarating little pet. Never so long as ship's biscuits continue to buckle the jack-knives of British seafarers will there be another weevil like Mnemosyne.
We flew the White Ensign at halfmast from dawn to sundown on the day she died.
A RASH ACT.
Extract from the report of a ladies' Lacrosse Club:—
"The deplorable habit of scratching with no sufficient reason, just before a practice, has mounted almost to a disease."
"Will any kind gentleman help an Indian with a loan of Rs. 7,000 at 6%? No risk. Gentleman having deep love for mother will understand advertiser's noble cause. No brokers should apply."—Statesman (Calcutta).