.. but I leave this
commercial idea for the Town Council to work out.
When I had thrown a great many pebbles into the sea I began to nerve myself
for the struggle of returning. Over that struggle I prefer, as the saying
is, to draw a veil. Suffice it to say that it is harder to run up to
Brighton than it is to run down. But whilst I was running up I made a
curious and interesting discovery. I found that the spell of Brighton had
cured my cold. I had lost it in the soothing excitement of wondering what
not to do next. This is the true panacea.
EVOE.
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE CAP OF LIBERTY: LE DERNIER CRI.
EGYPTIAN SPHINX. "HOW DOES IT SUIT MY STYLE?"
THE LORD HIGH MILNER. "WELL, I MAY BE PREJUDICED IN FAVOUR OF MY OWN
CREATION, BUT I THINK IT MOST BECOMING."]
* * * * *
RHYMES OF THE UNDERGROUND.
The story has been told to you
Of good Adolphus Minns of Kew,
Whose virtuous ways have won renown
From Barking Creek to Acton Town.
Now with that hero's blameless life
Contrast the conduct of his wife:
Avoidance of egregious sins
Is not the way of Mrs. Minns.
That lady, I regret to say,
While bent on shopping every day,
Makes no attempt to get it o'er
Between the hours of ten and four.
To harassed booking-office clerks
She makes irrelevant remarks,
And tenders, to the crowd's despair,
A pound-note for a penny fare,
Or, what perhaps is even worse,
Starts fumbling in a baggy purse.
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