Chapter C: S. CALVERLEY, Verses and Translations

I believe everything. It saves one such a world
of bore from intelligent people who are anxious
to explain things you doubt about.

_Lucy Forrester_, in BROOKS' _Aspen Court_.

Rank so friendly now with trade is,
Bill discounters titled ladies
Stoop to raise.
Manners used to make the man,
It is only money can
Nowadays.

J. JEMMETT BROWNE, _Songs of Many Seasons_.

Black is a great fact. Want of fashion in the cut;
want of richness in the material; want of _chic_
in the wearer--all these it covers, like charity.
There's a sentiment about it which appeals to the feelings,
and it is becoming to the skin.

ANNA C. STEELE.

Are you quite sure that Pygmalion is the only
person who ever fell in love with his own
handiwork?

_Guesses at Truth._

Duty,--that's to say the complying
With whate'er's expected here,
On your unknown cousin's dying,
Straight be ready with the tear;
Upon etiquette relying,
Unto usage nought denying,
Lend your waist to be embraced,
Blush not even, never fear.

A. H. CLOUGH, _Poems_.

What Jenner said on hearing in Elysium that
complaints had been made of his having a statue
in Trafalgar Square:--

England, ingratitude still blots
The escutcheon of the brave and free:
I saved you many million spots,
And now you grudge one spot to me.

SHIRLEY BROOKS, _Wit and Humour_.

Deh! what are we sinners doing all our lives?
Making soup in a basket, and getting nothing
but the scum for our stomachs.

_Machiavelli_, in GEORGE ELIOT's _Romola_.

My idea of an agreeable person is a person who
agrees with me.

_Hugo Bohun_, in LORD BEACONSFIELD's _Lothair_.

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,
"There's the porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!"
But the snail replied, "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance,
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.

LEWIS CARROLL, _Alice in Wonderland_.

I could draw on wood at a very tender age.
When a mere child I once drew a small cartload
of turnips over a wooden bridge. The people
of the village noticed me. I drew their attention.