With condescension kind,
And view Sir Waghji’s works of art,
Which surely please your mind.
Tram, telegraph, railway choice,
And many another thing,
To your Excellency’s ears
Telephone by which we sing.”
Calculating her Age.
An indiscreet young man once asked a lady her age.
“Wait till I count,” she replied. “I married at eighteen, my husband was then thirty. Now he is twice that—then I must be thirty-six.”