The world is out of joint; how good 'twill be
When Heaven is sacked and leaves the job to me!
An agreeable, if wrong-headed, crank, was my summary.
And this or something like it was my friend's:—"b. U.S.A. of Eng. parents, 9.5.78; tinned meat business, Chicago; 6 months' h.l. for frauds in connection with packing; went to Mexico, but left to avoid prosecution for similar frauds on larger scale; prison in Belgium, France and England in connection with illegal dealings in rifles (? for Germany); apparently liable to more prison in U.S.A. for crime unknown, if returns there; won't say where he gets his money from, but doesn't seriously pretend it is his own."
And when I came to go back over the Master's two hours' chat about himself, those are about the facts it all boiled down to.
Yours ever, Henry.
(To be continued.)
"£40.—Handsome Black Silk Golf Goat (large size)."—Irish Paper.
The very thing for the butting-green.