Volume 158 — A COUNTRY NIGHT PIECE.
Reading edition
The darkness my footsteps were swathed in Is drenched with a luminous spray; For a chain's length the kerbstone is bathed in A spindrift of silvery grey; By the roadside is mistily glimmering A wall phosphorescent with pearls, All glancing and dancing and shimmering Like star-dust that swirls. Where the high-road dips down to the dingle, A coppice in arabesque gleams Whose traceries melt and commingle, Like ghost trees in moon-fretted streams, As the tremulous glamour sweeps o'er it And skirts the inscrutable sky; Then, Fairyland flitting before it, The car flashes by.
Sport in Ireland.
"In a collision between his vehicle and a tramcar yesterday a passenger was injured and removed to hospital.
For other Sporting News see Page 6."
Irish Paper.
"——'S SIPPING AGENCY, Ltd."
Le Réveil (Beyrouth).
A popular establishment, we feel confident.
MANNERS AND MODES.
PAVLOVITIS.
[It is announced that at a coming Charity Ball there will be a dance to the music of Saint-Säens' Le Cygne. Our artist anticipates the moment of the Dying Swan's collapse.]
Host (to friend who feels faint.) "Now, what you want is a good stiff glass of"—(suddenly remembering the Budget)—"soda!"