Editorial note — THE VANISHING RUPEE.—A Cry from India.

As a “Sub,” free from family ties, With constant “fivers” from the Pater, The Rupee I thought a goodly size, Though once its value was much greater. Raised to Captain’s rank, it so fell out I fell in love with the Station belle,¹ Got spliced; the Rupee, at once, no doubt, In spite, not in love, but value fell.