A SEASIDE ROUNDEL
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On the sands as loitering I stand Where my point of view the scene commands, I survey the prospect fair and grand On the sands. Niggers, half a dozen German bands, Photographic touts, persistent, bland, Chiromancers reading dirty hands, Nursemaids, children, preachers, skiffs that land Trippers with cigars of fearful brands, Donkeys—everything, in short, but sand— On the sands.
THE LETTER BUT NOT THE SPIRIT
Old Mr. de Cramwell, being bilious and out of sorts, is ordered to go to the sea, and take plenty of exercise in the open air. (He begins at once.)