A complete change is necessary.
I have already spoken of the eating qualities of the stoot, which exceed
those of the tope. One is enough to provide sustenance for a small country
congregation. Cooked _en casserole_, or filleted, or grilled and stuffed
with Carlsbad plums, it is delicious.
And lastly it lends itself admirably to curing or preserving. Bottled stoot
is in its way as nutritious as Guinness's.
* * * * *
FLOWERS' NAMES.
LONDON PRIDE.
There was a haughty maiden
Who lived in London Town,
With gems her shoes were laden,
With gold her silken gown.
"In all the jewelled Indies,
In all the scented East,
Where the hot and spicy wind is,
No lady of the best
Can vie with me," said None-so-pretty
As down she walked through London City.
"Our walls stand grey and stately;
Our city gates stand high;
Our lords spend wide and greatly;
Our dames go sweeping by;
Our heavy-laden barges
Float down the quiet flood
Where on the pleasant marges
Gay flowers bloom and bud.
Oh, there's no place like London City,
And I'm its crown," said None-so-pretty.
The fairies heard her boasting,
And that they cannot bear;
So off they went a-posting
For charms to bind her there.
They wove their spells around her,
The maiden pink and white;
With magic fast they bound her,
And flowers sprang to sight
All white and pink, called None-so-pretty,
The Pride of dusty London City.
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