Volume 107 — IN SHEER DELIGHT.
Reading edition
(A Surrey Rondel.)
In sheer delight I sing the country's praise. The town no longer takes me day or night. 'Mid scented roses one should loll and laze In sheer delight. The corn fields unto harvest glisten white, In pastures lowing kine contented graze. Per train (South-Eastern) now to wing his flight No lover of the Surrey side delays. My own case you suggest? Of course you're right. Which p'r'aps explains why I to spend my days In Shere delight!
"Sortes Aquaticæ"; or, Maxim for the Maidenhead Regatta.—After a rattling race with Kilby of Staines (who was worn to a standstill), and Cohen of Maidenhead (who pitched overboard), Verity of Weybridge easily retained the Upper Thames Single Punting Championship. Why, cert'n'ly! What says the old Latin saw? Magna est Veritas, et prævalebit! Which (obviously) means:—Great is Verity, and he shall prevail!