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Deportmental ditties : and other verses . EXAMPLE III. the Bhong of Bangalore Will be At Home from 2 to 4. (Please enter by the Tradesmens Door)To-day. Beply. (Wire.) Am feeling far from strong. Cannot join the merry the Bhong to run along,And play! EXAMPLE IY. Dear Mr. Brown,— My ivife and I would chortle with delightIf you would come and sup with us quite quietly to-night.(The quietly suggests, of course—I hardly need explain—An absence of formality, of napkins and champagne.)If you could bring your banjo we might ask the Joness up,And I would tell the parlour-maid to mixsom
Deportmental ditties : and other verses . EXAMPLE III. the Bhong of Bangalore Will be At Home from 2 to 4. (Please enter by the Tradesmens Door)To-day. Beply. (Wire.) Am feeling far from strong. Cannot join the merry the Bhong to run along,And play! EXAMPLE IY. Dear Mr. Brown,— My ivife and I would chortle with delightIf you would come and sup with us quite quietly to-night.(The quietly suggests, of course—I hardly need explain—An absence of formality, of napkins and champagne.)If you could bring your banjo we might ask the Joness up,And I would tell the parlour-maid to mixsome eldest Jones, Eliza, plays the harpsi-chord with ease,Which would be most convenient if wewanted to sing glees 58. Invitations Beply* Dear Mrs. Smith,— I have i be mo i carefu] what I drink. Your claret-cup is excellent, do doubt; But as it tastes distinctly of the cheapest kind of ink, I fancy I would rather do thank your charming wife, and say how deeply I am grieved To miss your quiet supper and the glees,Through a prior invitation I this moment have received Which I much prefer to yours and Mrs. 59 No. XII.—ON THE ROAD When seated in a motor-car Upon the Kings highway,It often gives me quite a jarTo find how selfish people are, How rude the things they censure the pedestrian classesWho hold their noses as one passes. Old yokels, deaf and nearly blind, Plod stolidly along;When I come scorching up behind,They pay no heed, they do not mind My hootings loud and long;But if I squash them, flat as bloaters,Their next-of-kin disparage motors! But when I walk upon the road,While cars rush to and fro, I note how much they incommode The residents of each abodeWithin a mile
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