Rather I think you have some lofty plan,
Such as your old friend WORDSWORTH loved to sing;
That for a fair ensample set to Man
You duplicate your output of the Spring;
That in your heart there lodges
Dimly the hope of shaming Mr. HODGES.
Ah! gentle primrose by the river's brim!
Like _Peter Bell_ (unversed in woodland lore),
He'll miss your meaning; you will be to him
A yellow primrose--that and nothing more;
He'll read in you no sign
Of Nature's views about the datum-line.
O.S.
* * * * *
THE MINERS' OPERA.
About a week ago, when they took Titterby away to the large red-brick
establishment which he now adorns, certain papers which were left lying
in his study passed into my hands, for I was almost his only friend. It
had long been Titterby's belief that a great future lay before the
librettist who should produce topical light operas on the GILBERT and
SULLIVAN model, dealing with our present-day economic crises. The thing
became an _idee fixe_, as the French say, or, as we lamely put it in
English, a fixed idea.
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