It caught me hard this morning when I dressed
And read the mirror's verdict. Ah, the pain
Is gnawing like a canker at my breast,
Is beating like a hammer in my brain;
I must speak out or break beneath the strain.
_I'm going bald on top_. O cruel reef
Where youthful hopes lie wrecked! O dismal lane
Whose end is but the sere and yellow leaf!
ENVOI.
Prince (Mr. Punch)! on Armageddon's plain
My love-locks fell a prey to Time, the thief.
Regrets are useless, unguents are in vain;
Only remains the sere and yellow leaf.
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THE COMMERCIAL TOUCH.
"Presiding at the concert given in connection with the ---- Art
Club's annual exhibition of oil and water-colours, Mr. ----
congratulated the club on the quality of its paintings, which, he
thought, were remarkably cheap when cognisance was taken of the
present high prices of materials."--_Provincial Paper_.
This critic has, as the Art jargon puts it, "a nice feeling for values."
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"HOW I DIFFER FROM MY MOTHER."
By A Modern Woman.
'_Women differ by the width of Heaven from what their mothers
were_.'--MR. JUSTICE DARLING.
"I do not smoke and I do not wear bare-back dresses, but I agree with
Mr.
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