"Garn,' sez I ter Sally,
'I'm in fer 'arf an 'arf.'
Lor lumme, yer should jist o' 'eard
My little Sally larf!

'O' course,' she sez, 'I likes me nip
O' gin an' glarss o' beer,
But did not like ter say it out
Before the nipper 'ere.'

"The nipper 'e war n't lookin'
As we neared the Brokers' Arms;
An' in we 'ops ter get a wet,
Not dreamin' any 'arm.

"An' w'en I gives me order,
I turns ter speak ter Sal,
Ter arsk if she remembered
The day she was me gal.
I felt some one a-tuggin'
An' pullin' at me back;
I looks around surprised-like,
An' sees that rascal Jack.

"Sez I, 'See 'ere, me nipper,
I wont 'ave yer 'angin' 'ere.'
Sez 'e, 'D' yer think I'm goin'?
Not me. No bally fear.

Now, then, wot 'ave yer ordered?
Sez I, Two 'arf an' 'arf.'

But the nipper 'e were cagy,

An' followed in the rear, An' 'ears me give me order: "Ere, miss, two pots o' beer.'

Sez 'e,

Ain't mother in it?'

METHINKS THE MEASURE METHINKS the measure of a man is not To save a state in midst of fierce alarms, Do noble deeds and mighty feats of arms, And feel the breath of battle waxing hot. 'There have been Cæsars whose more humble lot

Forbade that they should bear the victor's palms;

Cromwells who never left their peaceful farms;

Napoleons without ambition's blot.

Not in the deed that 's done before the eyes Of wonder-stricken lands upturned to view, But in the will, though no occasion rise, And sleeping still, that dares such deeds to do,

1 drawn the line which parts him from the clods

And gives a man a kinship with the gods. PERCY ADAMS HUTCHISON

HELIOS

OH, I am weary of a heart that brings
Star-worship even to the shining sun:
Rather a savage whose whole heart hath

won

Radiance and joy from sunlight than whose wings

Flutter and fade before the twilight rings: Why should we falter when the night is done,

Dream-weavers, trembling in dim mists that stun

All things divorced from thought, and thought from things?

I am thy child, O Sun, as Julian was:
I crouch not in the shadows of my soul,
And grapple with dark terrors; nor, rewon,
Drink I of darkness when the shadows pass:
Even at death, when nearest is the goal,
I shall cry out to heaven, "The sun! the
sun!"