Volume 107 — THE MAKING OF A MAN.
Reading edition
["Lord Rosebery is not a man at all: he is a political Joint-Stock Company, Limited."—Letter from Mr. Chamberlain in the "Times."]
Oh, Chamberlain, with joy I note the labour of the file In this delightful sample of your literary style. I seem to see you trying it in half a hundred ways, Before your taste could settle on the perfect final phrase. With just a little polish here, a slight erasure there, You got it into shape at last, and made your copy fair. Lo, how its graceful suavity all meaner folk rebukes, In every little word I trace the influence of dukes; The gallant style, the courtly thrust with controversial sword Of one—what need to tell his name?—who dearly loves a lord; Who learnt amid our feudal halls the ancient courtesy That scorns to stoop to Billingsgate, or ape the bold bargee. Serene and proud he follows still the good old maxim's plan, And by his manners proves himself to all the world a Man.
Solution of Prize Conundrum given in our Last Week's Issue.
"How to make life happy by adding fifty-nine to the latter half of it."
The latter half of "Life" is "fe," isn't it?
Fifty-nine is "LIX," isn't it? Add this to FE, and the result is happy—"FELIX."
[⁂ The Conundrumist left the explanation and the country at the same time.—Ed.]
THE FORCE OF HABIT.
The Vicar's Daughter. "Oh, Papa dear, did you hear old Mr. Rogers snoring in his Pew this afternoon?"
The Vicar. "No, my love. During the Sermon, I suppose?"
The Vicar's Daughter. "No! that's the funny part of it!"